"So let me get this straight. The game you were playing isn't actually a game, but another world. You mutated your genes by playing it, got a government job, and now you're making a thousand credits a month?" Niva asked casually, sipping her soup.
"Pretty much," Adyr replied, tossing a few pickles into his mouth.
"What about university?" She asked, wincing as the hot soup burned her tongue. She blew on her spoon before taking another try.
"Still enrolled on paper, but I don't have to attend classes anymore," Adyr said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
Something about her behavior felt off. She was acting like everything he'd said was completely normal, reacting with the bare minimum while calmly eating her dinner.
He was starting to wonder if Marielle's long absence had finally gotten to her—maybe the loneliness was starting to mess with her head.
"Is it dangerous?" Niva asked, this time looking him straight in the eyes.
