The reddish sunshine emanating from the western horizon of the city was followed by several clouds that line up above this city, make a scenery looks more beautifull in the evening sky.

There is a young man wearing white clothes with a black jacket and black pants was seen walking in a small street while carrying several plastic bags in his hand.

Along the street, that young man greeted the few people he met, ranging from children to old ones.

Lucius Altdorf is a 23-year-old Asian who works as an accountan in a small company close to where he lives. Even though now he has been fired for a some reason.

Greeting everyone he meets is one of the things he can do, to bid his time and to forget the events that have passed recently. Even though previously Lucius felt that was a useless activity and only wasted his precious times.

But that's how life is it, sometimes weirds and full of twist and turn point.

After a few minutes of walking, Lucius arrived in front of the house whose walls were painted in white colours. A house with an address at number 14 Block II, which is seen from the outside of the house the white paint has been peeling away from those walls. This is Lucius's house, after the death of his parents.

Reaching into his pants pocket Lucius grab a small key which he immediately put into the keyhole and rotated it, then immediately entered his house.

Lucius immediately went to the kitchen and opened his plastic bag to bring out some items such as vegetables, eggs, milk boxes, and of course few pack of instant noodles.

Although living alone with a few money, Lucius always maintains his health by consuming healthy food and do some exercise, even though it is only done by him several times a month. Still, it keeps him healthy and doesn't get sick easily.

After all the items are done, Lucius headed to his room.

At the door of his room there was a word "Lucius" written in red colour.

In his room there is a bed for one person, a medium-sized cupboard and a mirror on it and a computer on his desk also a few stacked boxes with many dust in the corner of his room. A room that looks simple.

Leaning his tired body on the bed, Lucius let out a sigh. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of his room, imagining what he had passed since he was a child until he was an adult now.

What's fresh in his memory is why he was fired only with trivial problems. A problems that once somenone asking for "SORRY!" and everything can be resolved in a flash.

But in fact bad luck still befell on him despite apologizing, repeatedly. Bad shit luck of course.

“Hah…”

And with the sigh that was released again, he rose from his bed looking around his room with his tired black eyes.

After seeing what he was looking for, he got up from his bed and walked to the corner of his room.

Unload the stack of boxes one by one and finally pick up one of the medium sized box.

After he considered it is right what was he looking for, carefully - he took it to the edge of his bed, blowing dust that settled on the box.

After the dust on it disappeared or at least diminished, he opened the box and took out a round black object that looked like a helmet with the Dream Reality Network written on it.

Then Lucius let out a smile and said in a confident tone that from nowhere came, seeing himself previously filled with gloom atmosphere.

""World of Order" I am coming!"