A well-earned break with the boys, wasn't that the plan?
Aldrich, Dante, and Trevor had finally stepped beyond the walls of the institute, away from the stifling routines, exams, and relentless pressure. Out here, surrounded by the buzzing city and the occasional scent of grilled street food, they sought liberation. And where had they ended up to get it?
An arcade.
Not exactly the wild expedition one might expect, but it was loud, chaotic, and bursting with life, a haven where fantasy reigned supreme and stress melted away in pixels and neon lights.
Games lined every wall, from simulators and shooters to sports and puzzles. They tackled it all, from the immersive football challenge to the intense racing duels. But no matter the game, the result remained painfully consistent.
Dante dominated.
He crushed the football section. Claimed victory in racing. Wiped the floor in every shooting booth. Reflex games? Done. Dance pads? Don't even ask.
