Roaring footsteps. Loud, obnoxious music. People with an odd sense of clothing.

"Sure is DreamHack" he thought to himself while his eyes wondered away at the sights to be seen. The smell of teen sweat, junk food, and cheap deodorant was like a thick layer on his nose. The memories up to this point are foggy but unnecessary, he knew what was waiting for him. Jessica. Fucking. Nigri.

But first he must find her.