Looking down before the casket of my dead brother had brought me neither pain or anger. It's not because I didn't like him or hate him... this guy had been so indifferent to us that losing him felt like nothing. I keep trying to search for the sadness, but all I could feel was the hollowness inside me. 

As I turned to head for my sit, a camera flashed before me, I can't help but turned where it came from. I looked straight at them—glared even at those shameless reporters who are covering this event.

You see, dear friends, my brother was sort of famous. He was a professional player in this game called Elfimius Online. It was an online game to which I know little about since I do not like those sort of things.

But that time, seeing the flashing cameras and hearing the reporters talk about my brother and how this game was the reason why he killed his self—I sort of have an ephipany to checked the game for myself.

And this is how it started, how I play the game that killed my brother.