On an aimless day, an ad comes up on your screen.
It is an invitation to a special event.

"Puuurruuuuuuawh!!!!!!"

The camera turns to look at the animal anyway.

"Ribbit."

The camera is forced back to Larp.

As O-6 leaves, Classless-7 spends minutes staring at the door before slowly walking towards O-6 desk in a fashion as if he was worried of being watched.

He looks at the table and scans for items, clues for what to do, and, honestly, any indication as to where O-6 was heading. He wished so dearly he had asked, begged to come, but he knew it wouldn't work anyway.

On the table he spots a box of chocolates. He looks for any indication as to who sent them, though, it is possible his best friend just had a sweet tooth.

He supposes he could just........try one.

Flipping over the cover, he encounters a note.

Classless-7 feels an emptiness fall under him. Where is his father? His parents? He felt like he had at least one of them.....but he was 5000 years old. Both of them were dust at this point.....yet he could not feel like something was wrong, as if his parents were stolen from his memory.