Ultimate Countdown

cture loomed over him like some kind of futuristic monolith, pulsing with a soft, eerie blue hue. It looked like s

ir. "This is my only hope," he muttered under his breath. With

hands into the pockets of his worn-out hoodie. H

to arrive, one by one, forming small groups at a distance from one another. Non

ages, some young like him, others older. Some looked well-dressed, others not so much. A few carried b

cknowledged each other. 7:59 PM. Kyle inhaled deeply, steadying himself.

ked toward the entrance as if they had rehearsed it. Kyl

th a low hiss. The sound sent a ripple of unease through the crowd. Kyle turned his he

ome with, holding their arms tightly. Kyle, however, remained calm. He had done his research before coming

ED lights embedded in the walls. It was pristine, almost unnervingly so. Their f

e's eyes widened slightly. The walls of the room wer

ymbols, and what looked like corrupted coding. It was gibberish. Some of th

. This wasn't what he expected. He thought they would be brought to some kind of briefing, a room with chair

ame is?" The man beside him-a short, slim Asian guy with glasses-looked at him, confused. Then, he spoke, his words crisp but completely foreign. "내 말을 이해할 수 없어. 당신은 무엇을 말하는 거야?" Kyle stared blankly. He had no idea what

oom. Everyone turned toward the source. At the fa

m the newly formed opening, a man stepped forward. He was tall, dressed in a sharp black suit that seemed almost un

about this wasn't right. Something about this was very, very wrong. The masked man stood still for a moment, letting his presence settle into the room. Then, when he finally spoke, his voice was alt

hronized into one vast image. An island. A massive, treacherous la

ched out his arms as if embracing the entire room, his eerie voice filling the space. "I know many of yo

his game is the future. And you..." The masked man tilted his head slightly, h