That night was pure, silent hell for Ray. Every hour on the dot, as an imaginary second hand ticked in his head, that translucent red panel popped back into his view.
[-100 Alter Points]
The notification kept pinging, chipping away at the point stash he had worked so hard to save up. The old Ray, who used to strut around all casual because he felt "point-rich," was now getting totally played by his own anxiety. Cold sweat kept soaking through his clothes. Even worse, the thought of his EXP getting drained until his level plummeted to Level 0 and his System got permanently wiped made his head throb violently.
He couldn't catch a single wink of sleep. How could he sleep when his future was getting eaten away every 60 minutes? He was locked up in a cold metal cell with no clue when he'd get out, all while his hands were cuffed and security cameras stared him down nonstop.
