I looked at the VR headset in front of me. Not to say but developing this game really is worth the price.
I mean, MesJazz offered me a $500 pay per day just to look upon the development of this game. I was shocked at first by the deal, but it didn't occur to me that it was real.
I though Rick is just joking about it. But then, he seems so serious. That serious that his eyes were sparkling with something ominous in its depths.
I know I am in good hands.
I do trust Rick with it.
Looking back at ourselves in high school, I never thought that it'd be this right since the accident that seemingly occurred years ago.
And yet I shrugged my shoulders and raised the VR.
Rick said that I really should look for more proponents and spaces where development could still occur.
I know that the game is already amazing, but it was my job to look upon it. To see and to test whether it will be pop the target people's interest.
And so, I took it and wear it. I almost forgot to wear the move controllers when it was given to me. A cold hand was touching me as I wore the controllers around my hand.
The game was already turned on when I heard a door opening and closing.
"Hey, Keila!" Chase, one of the members in the development team, said as I removed the VR from my eyes.
I squinted my eyes because I saw the curtains were closed.
No. Way.
"Chase," I called for his attention. "Do you know why the curtains are down?"
"No. I mean, I have only just gotten here." He put his hands on his waist. "Don't tell me you have something in mind to scare the shit out of me, aye?"
"I don't..."
"Maybe you just forgot that you closed the curtains. Never mind."
Yet I know to myself that it wasn't the case. "Did you just come now, Chase?"
"Uhm, yeah?" He looked at me strangely. "I saw you there standing with the station on."
"You aren't the one who put the controller on my hands, right?"
He shook his head.
And I didn't know what I'll do now.
