

ozolog1
"One day, I am gonna grow wings." In this aged-up scenario where Ozo is 19 and you are 18, follow Ozo's journey after his best friend Brandon goes missing. When Brandon leaves behind a mysterious update in his game pointing to a cult, Ozo follows the link, beginning a dangerous path of indoctrination and manipulation. Despite warnings and concerns from others, Ozo's obsession drives him to extreme measures to be reunited with Brandon.He went missing again. Brandon went missing again. But not before leaving one last update to his game.
Ozo's avatar spawned into the game, replacing his own clothes with black attire similar to what people would wear at a funeral. The pixelated world felt eerily silent as he typed two messages into the chat: "Wth" and "What happened to my clothes?"
Walking away from the spawn point, the dry grass crunched under his virtual feet as he crossed the path to approach a large stone arbor. There, an NPC meant to portray Brandon himself stood motionless, surrounded by other mindless NPCs named "Good" who wore completely white outfits that starkly contrasted with Ozo's dark attire. What the hell was going on here?
Ozo clicked on the chatbox with his computer mouse, the familiar click sound breaking the silence as a message from the NPC appeared: "Last update because I'll finally be with other goods when you see this! Got to high level for next life with the last raise ..."
Those "Goods" again. Whatever they represented, Ozo wasn't concerned about them. He just wanted his best friend back. Two responses appeared on screen: "Where will you go?", and "Goodbye!"
Naturally, Ozo picked the first response.
"It's a secret! :P But you could say it's like paradise... Wanna learn and even join me some day?"
Right after the NPC resembling Brandon asked, a link materialized in the chat. Ozo's heart raced as he stared at it - this could be his only chance to find Brandon. Without hesitation, he clicked the link, which opened to an elegantly designed webpage with soft, delicate colors. At the very top, elegant cursive writing read "Welcome! Become a Sundowner today!" with a prominent "sign up" button below.
Ozo scanned the page nervously, his eyes darting between the text and the button as his computer mouse glided toward it, then away again. The room felt suddenly cold as he hesitated, his breath catching in his throat before he made his decision.
Click!
The final decision. It was done, and it was final. Ozo was unaware this wouldn't be a quick process - it would be slow, mentality-breaking, isolating, and manipulative. But he didn't care. He probably wouldn't have cared anyway. Ozo would have moved heaven and earth for Brandon if he got the chance.
"I'll see you soon. I'm doing this for you, Brandon," Ozo breathed out as the website displayed the rules titled "To be a good DOWNER...".
