Story Reader / Event Story / Special Dispatch - Sand Table Simulation / Story
Even after he steps out of the simulation pod, those dreadful scenes continue to haunt Freeman's mind.
Since this is not a movie or a game, it is only natural that there is no rating system or prior warning of potential discomfort.
Every aspect, from the enemies to the casualties, has been meticulously recreated in the most realistic way possible.
Freeman presses his hand against his stomach, the phantom pain from the cut still lingering within him.
Was it the same for them...
As the thought crosses Freeman's mind, an excruciating pain surges from his stomach, causing him to feel as if his organs are melting like wax.
Ugh...
Freeman can't help but begin to retch. However, all that emerges from his empty stomach is a bitter discharge of acid.
Brother?
From behind, he hears some gentle knocks on the door, accompanied by the worried voice of his younger sister, Nina.
Are you alright? I heard some sounds...
...I'm okay. Just feeling a little lightheaded after the simulation.
Don't come in. The floor is dirty.
Oh... okay... but do let me know if you're not feeling well, okay?
You always keep things to yourself, but I can see it... I just want you to know that I'm worried about you.
His sister's worried voice propels Freeman to look at that unsent application on his terminal again.
Then, finally reaching a decision, he sends it out.
