Rssu_ithaca-1.5.1-pc_mq.7z

Kaito looked at the drive, then at the girl who shouldn't exist outside of his hard drive. He reached out and closed his laptop. The story was no longer on the screen; it was sitting right in front of him.

The progress bar moved with agonizing slowness. Around him, the other patrons were blurred shapes, lost in their own neural links. When the file finally clicked open, the screen didn’t show a menu. Instead, it displayed a single live feed of the cafe’s front door. A bell chimed. RSSU_Ithaca-1.5.1-pc_MQ.7z

"An invitation to what?" he asked, his heart hammering against his ribs. Kaito looked at the drive, then at the

His laptop whirred as he initiated the extraction: RSSU_Ithaca-1.5.1-pc_MQ.7z . Kaito looked at the drive