Ch.2: the Grid
It had all started with three words: "I got in." In the beginning, it had been an achievement, something to be proud of. Never did Flynn imagine back then, that he'd be so eager, waiting for The Chance to leave it. But there he was, stuck in the Outlands, waiting for something he truly thought he'd never see—that tall beacon of light that the I/O tower made, piercing through the otherwise dark skies of the Grid. And so, day after day, cycle after cycle, he stood there on the balcony of his hideout, watching. From there, you could see everything: the rocky shapes of the Outlands, the Sea, and though far in the distance, the city itself, with its glowing structures and population.