Doce opened her eyes to see herself in her room once again. Beside her was a copy of herself, which she could only assume was Ditto, and also a young boy with white hair and crystal blue eyes. He stared at her, and she stared back. Finally, she understood and gave a tie. "So it isn't a one-time thing. Every time players exit Arcomovani, another fictional character joins them."<br/><br/>"You are informed of the situation?" the boy asked stoically.<br/><br/>"More than you know, Beta," she smirked.<br/><br/>"Then please inform me."<br/><br/>Doce paced in what space she had, her arms folded across her chest. "You and Ditto are so far the only people I'm telling about this. Let's keep it between us and work together. Our mission is to locate a character from the world of fiction named Firestorm. If we don't manage this within three weeks, the worlds will collapse in on each other. Secondly, we three will ensure that the others don't kill the Game Master. They most likely want to kill him because his actions have already resulted in two deaths and are putting the worlds in danger."<br/><br/>"Should we be protecting someone who has killed others?" Beta asked. It must have conflicted with Aichi's moral programming.<br/><br/>"He has good intentions, Beta," Doce smiled. "And he's trying to correct his mistakes. Good people give others a second chance to prove themselves."<br/><br/>The robot seemed to process that for a moment. "Understood. I see no issues in your logic. I will agree to follow your direction. What should I call you?"<br/><br/>"Doce is fine," she answered. She went to her computer then to try an look up whatever she could find on Firestorm. What she saw instead was a man made out of computer code.<br/><br/>"Welcome!" the numbers spoke. "You've found yourself in quite the situation, haven't you? What do you say to a little help? We will give you and the other players a way to communicate that runs on the Arcomovani Servers, and you will stop the worlds from imploding."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Is this the GM?</span>Doce wondered, to unsure to risk speaking to it as if it were. "Sounds convenient."<br/><br/>"Wonderful! Let us just patch you through, then."<br/><br/>Her phone rang, which was quite unusual in her life. Not only that, but she answered it into a group call, which was a first.<br/><br/>She heard JD's voice:<span style="font-weight: bold">"Uhhh... hello? Am I the only one who got contacted by a guy made of Binary code?"</span><br/><br/>"Nope, she said. There's at least two of us... And company."