Start with the Delta Knife

The fingertips typed out the last movement command on the dusty keyboard. Luna's figure on the screen slid towards the evacuation point through the shadow of the container, and the cheers of her teammates came from the headphones. I took off my worn sports headphones, and the noise of the Lagos slums outside the window immediately flooded in - the sound of evening prayers came from the distant mosque, the smell of burnt bananas wafted from the alleyway stall, and a few barefoot children kicked a broken plastic bottle. : Let's start from here.