Marcus was on his way back home when his dysfunctional TacMa interfaced, flickering faintly over his eyes. He leaned against the wall, water soaking into his thin hoodie. The rain didn't bother him. He was exhausted.
A screen popped in before him. Tacma was still doing its defective job as per Anomaly's command. This merely make Marcus warm up and its not monitored by Main base pf TacMa.
[DUNGEON SITE IDENTIFIED - E RANK
LOCATION: SECTOR 10- PLATFORM 30]
"What? Dungeon? Now? I just want to disappear," he murmured. The memories of his first dungeon raid were not that really exciting. It was the other way around. His tacma was reset and the old him returned, the depressed one, the always-looking-down guy. And what did he get after? A smug mask named Anomaly, a crazy virus terrorist, and
