The apartment complex's common chat had three hundred ninety-three accounts on the first day.
This morning, it had two hundred seventy-four.
And all two hundred seventy-four of those accounts were talking at the same time.
[Damon: What is Mirror?]
[Nhi: A skill? Never heard of it.]
[Anonymous: Room 2705 doesn't have skills. He only has that item-upgrade class. Random. He said so himself.]
[Damon: Random my ass. You saw that dragon tower right?]
[Anonymous: So he randomly got lucky. I've upgraded my door twelve times, got nothing but garbage every time.]
[Anonymous: Who sent that message? I can't see any ID.]
[Nhi: There's no ID. I swear. I took a screenshot, there's just an eye where the name should be.]
[Hudson: I've seen that symbol before. On the silver coin. What's on the front of your silver coin?]
[Damon: ...An eye.]
[Anonymous: Holy shit.]
[Anonymous: HOLY SHIT.]
[Rossie: Everyone stop. Don't type that word anymore.]
[Damon: Which word? Mirror?]
