The sun went down over the industrial district of Seoul. Three teenagers walked through a narrow alleyway. They were players. Their names were Jiro, Hana, and Kael. Jiro was seventeen years old. He carried a heavy iron sword. Hana was sixteen. She held a wooden staff with a small blue crystal. Kael was eighteen. He had a pair of iron knuckles. They had just finished a session in a low-level dungeon. They were talking about the loot they had found.
"We only got three copper ores," Kael said. He looked at his inventory screen. "That means we wasted five hours for nothing. I want to buy new gear. But I cannot buy anything with three copper ores."
"I agree," Hana said. She tapped her staff against the brick wall. "The dungeon was too easy. As a result, the rewards were small. We should try the Floor 12 outskirts tomorrow. I heard the drops there are better."
