Chapter 63: Bad Omens (1/2)
Since the incident where their drones attacked streamers, a thick haze of fog has swept over the capital of Rhinefield with no real sign of the cause nor any signs of stopping. As the week went by the fog only thickened with even some cases of people growing sick, strange enough though the fog was a presence not seen by everyone, only a fair few numbers of individuals were affected. With no evidence in why or how the fog has only grown taking the whole city by storm.
Iris is one such person he has been deeply affected by this strange power. She stood in the middle of what used to be a jam-packed place for the streamers, the middle of the robust shopping centre was for the first time dead. A few people were walking around although to Iris; she would have no idea until she was literally in front of them, causing a few arguments. To accompany her this time was her sister, who was worried about Iris. It was rare these days for Alice and her to be seen together in public, never during a stream. However, Iris wanted to stream her ordeal and get some insight from other streamers who too were troubled by the fog. Iris looked around troubled as she stopped taking a breather. ”I'm not used to it being this quiet.”
Alice looked around utterly unaffected by the fog. Although people were going around their daily activities, there was a lack of streamers. ”The Alice must agree with you on this. Usually, you can't walk by this place without streamers meeting the eye to eye. Alice must ask, however, are you, alright, little sis?”
Iris cleared her throat nodding. ”I'm just fine. We've just walked too far, that's all.”
”The Alice concludes we have only been walking for ten minutes.” She whispered. ”Shall we head back?”
”No. I can keep going. I need to discover the truth.”
”Coming out here will not solve anything. Alice suggests you wait for Team Rhapsody to come back from their trip and work this out. You cannot do this on your own.”
”That's why I have you know?”
”But to Alice, there is no fog. What good will she do if she cannot see the fog?”
Iris looked at the faint outline of her sister from the depts of the fog grunting. ”It doesn't make any sense. Why is it some streamers are consumed by this fog yet others don't see a thing.”
”Whatever the reason it has put a huge hit on V.I.R.A.L, many streamers are too scared to stream these days. The few who do end up missing.”
”Why is it that the fog controls me yet you are fine?”
”Alice is just as clueless. I guess it might have something to do with the cult. Overall conclusion, Alice has no conclusion.”
”The Cult of Vanguard and Paradox, huh? You might just be onto something.”
”I guess…” Iris began to feel dizzy as she stumbled back. Alice caught her feeling her head. ”It appears you have a fever; Alice concludes you should get some rest. We shall head back.”
”Damn it; I was hoping to have figured something out. Do I have to wait for Rhapsody to do everything for me?” Iris debated losing every internal argument she had with herself. ”Fine, I'm switching off the stream.”
As she was ready to turn the stream off the small notification of a donation came up. It wasn't too familiar for Iris to receive such a treat, so she took each one to heart. Opening it, she felt all the life leave her body—an empty donation from none other than P4R4D0X. Turn around. Iris gulped unable to move as she just stared at her screen, scared out of her mind. Refusing to obey the instructions another donation came through. An empty donation. Iris Hawthorne, I said turn around! Iris scrunched her face together, snapping around finding nothing but the endless fog. Her eye began to twitch as she felt at ease. Her phone went off one last time. One final donation from P4R4D0X. Iris, you are not worthy. As she looked up, a dark figure engulfed in the fog appeared in front of her. Iris freaked out, dropping her phone as she fell backwards. This caught the attention of Alice, who watched her idly. ”Is there something wrong, Iris?”
”Where did this thing come from?!”
”Alice sees nothing.”