Scurrying across the lobby, he found the stairwell leading to the basement, where he stopped and used his toolgun to spawn a white light on the basement ceiling.

Grabbing the railing, he descended the steps, crouching and setting his computer on the desk, albeit after scooting a flat keyboard and monitor aside to accomodate the retrofitted 1980s tech. Setting the cartoonised chicken backpack beside the desk, he sat in the rolling chair immediately nearby, opening a new terminal. Spawning a pair of flash drives, he plugged one in his IBM 5155, but upon standing up, he scanned the room, finally looking at the floating stone artefact behind him...or rather the white electronic tablet hovering in front of it.

With an annoyed 'hmm', he set the tablet on the table, unholstering his toolgun and firing at the flash drive once. Finally, he plugged it into the tablet, matching its port and allowing him to type a command, but not before exchanging the modem for a CRT monitor. Sitting down, he watched coding appear and scroll through three terminals, each progressing independently until the tablet and CRT monitor, resting on top of the IBM 5155, synchronously displayed a white angular letter S centered on a cyanish background, then a prompt:

Please enter the system password.

"Alright, mystery hacker, now I know where you live..." He muttered with subtle amusement. "Now, aside from some language barriers, let's see who you are."

With a casual one-handed keystroke, he typed: Konnichiwa.

Obviously, the tablet denied his entry, but there was no response. Naturally, upon typing Hello World, not wishing to test his amusement any further, his eyes fell on the IBM 5155's display, new code having already computed in one of the terminals.

"Hmm, interesting. It looked like somebody tried to gain entry about 150 hours ago." He whispered as he was formulating no less than half a dozen commands. "Whoever did that, it was direct and sophisicated, but ineffective. If I'm the big bad wolf, then I'm just breaking into a lil piglet's house. And, how do you get inside~? You don't try the front door, but you also don't the backdoor, namely if its locked, and if somebody already tried that. So...if God closes a door..."

Watching the CRT monitor flicker, he clanked the enter button and mused. "You find a window."

But...upon watching his 32-bit digital self appear, landing and doggypaddling in an endless blue sea...

"I said find a window, not the Atlantic Ocean." He deadpanned at the computer.

With his own physical input, a yellow digital HUD appeared over his character's head, a physgun appearing in his character's possession. Then, two blue barrels spawned in the sky and splashed into the water, bobbing for a few seconds before being frozen via the physgun. Hopping aboard, the avatar crouched and spawned another blue barrel, welding everything together and unfreezing it - a modest mistake paid with a light rocking motion.

Glancing at the terminals, two out of three were exploding with code, earning worried blink from him. So, he froze the barrels, hastily spawning an airboat seat and four more barrels, hoping to stabilise it. Indeed, the raft was only stable by a slight margin, but upon narrowly losing his footing, the avatar was forced to unfreeze the raft and sit tight, a chilly seat buckle clicked across him thereafter.

"Hold on, lil guy. I'm gonna get you outta this storm." He stuttered, almost helpless to control the digital environment other than spawning more props.

Then, something occurred to him...

"Oh hold on..." He muttered, spawning a disc player, followed by a CD; however, upon looking at the labelling, he sighed. "I hate playing this song, but...oh well..."

Inserting the disc, there was some buzzing, and after a moment, there was some crackling...

And an ominously familiar piano played.

In the digital world, the song echoed, distorted and slowed by the sloshing sea, whistling breezes, and thumping plastic.

"Drifting Time Misplaced on a Stormy Sea..." He muttered, watching his digital self in his miserable little raft, enjoying his last moments before the clouds began rolling, the grey mists forming and fading away to a dawn without description.

Though Min could only sit and watch, once the song ended, his fingers just ejected and grabbed the CD when the storm relented. Hovering the CD above his lap, he saw the codes beginning to slow down, translated into an increasingly bright blue sky appearing on screen. Then, there was the luminous white sun beaming overhead, almost seemingly slicing the clouds apart.

Digitally and physically, the young adult asian watched the heavens open up, but upon looking down, the sea calmed and a broken concrete structure looked in the distance. Unbuckling himself, digital Min felt the gusts dissipate and vanish as the raft drifted closer, remaining plastered in his seat. But once the structure was within range, he could observe a classroom inside with wooden desks and chairs scattered, stacked, or piled throughout its interior space.

Inside, however, a short cyan-haired figure stood in the gaping hole of the structure, a broken, jagged orange halo flashing over her white head bow. Wearing white oversized sneakers and a blue serafuku, physical Min had to rub his eyes, mouthing 'who the hell are you' before glancibg at his IBM 5155, the tablet caught in his peripherals. On its screen, there were sone texts already displayed:

Access granted. User identified as [Unknown ID] accepted

Welcome to the Shittim Chest, [Unknown ID].

Converting to operating system ARONA for biological verification and generation of verification certificate.

Warning: Malware detected. Initiating antivirus protocols.

"Shit...you found me." He murmured, glancing away and looking at the CRT monitor, where the little girl stared at him...literally. "Um...hi?"

Of course, she didn't hear him physically.

But digitally?

"So..." She addressed his avatar. "You're the one who's been causing all this mess, huh?"