"The download is complete," a melodic, synthesized voice echoed through the hallway.

"Wait," Kaito stammered, touching the cold stone wall. "This isn't an MP4. This is..."

He was standing in a torch-lit corridor of moss-covered stone. He looked down at his hands; they were draped in leather armor. At his hip hung a heavy, steel blade.

A vacuum force yoked him forward. His bedroom blurred into streaks of data and light until he hit the ground hard. The air was damp and cool. When he opened his eyes, the world wasn't rendered in pixels, but in terrifyingly sharp reality.