August paced in his apartment with the helmet in his hands gleaming faintly under the ceiling light. It had been two days since his last call with Fox, the cold-voiced member of the Oni.
He hadn't expected her to call back so soon after their cryptic threat, but she did. The voice message Victor had left echoed in his head: "Please don't let me die here." That plea haunted him as he prepared himself for what would likely be a dangerous encounter.
'He's just a kid... Besides... This might be my riskiest venture yet.'
One thing August knew for certain was that he couldn't afford to be caught off guard. The Oni members were undoubtedly supernatural players, which gave them a significant advantage in any confrontation.
But August had made his own preparations. For the past two days, he'd been gathering items in Enders Light and practicing the application of his extracted abilities in the real world.