Dremo climbed the stairs and entered his room. He locked the door and then put the usual traps around then room. After 15 minutes of work, Dremo drank his hot tee and crushed on the bed. He didn't sleep in the last few nights and was tired.
Dremo draw his sleeve to look at his left arm. Even if he had cut his arm, in this virtual world it appeared back after a few hours. It looked exactly the same. In the poor light of the candles in the room, Dremo looked at his tattoo. It wasn't unusual for some guilds to make their members a tattoo on one of their arms. Usually, if the guild is disbanded, or all the members die, the tattoo just disappears. But, on the same place there was a strange tattoo, two crossed swords and the letter C.
"No, I won't think about it now", said Dremo and went to sleep.


