Back in Room '33', the sterile white lights buzzed overhead, illuminating the curved desks that surrounded the center terminal.
The simulation had just ended, and the silence that followed was filled with the low hum of defeated sighs and the occasional frustrated mutter.
Ruvin was the first to speak. "Sir, this is just… too hard… extremely too hard!"
Erik slammed his fist against the desk, his tone sharpened by irritation. "We can't even get past a single infected! That's not training—that's punishment!"
Selin groaned and leaned back in her chair, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Seriously, this is not what we signed up for. We want something that can improve us despite being harder. We just want the old game back. You know—the one from last time. The one we could actually finish."
Calien, always the more reasonable one, folded his arms and added in a quieter voice, "We were making progress, sir. That game was tough, but fair. This one's just… impossible."
