[ WP ] It suddenly becomes possible to gain XP and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .

It ’ s simple, she reasons, at the end of the day it ’ s easy to make it look like an accident. She realises that you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time every other weak without it looking suspicious, can rack up a kill counter that most would be jealous of nearly as easy as breathing. 
 
 Jane ’ s first level up is her son, completely accidentally to be fair. She ’ s tired, over worked and trying to make herself a meal with him in her arms, wailing and crying like children do. Her phone rings, bzzt bzzting across the table and she reaches for it with one hand while the other stirs her dinner and before she knows it her baby is on the floor. The crying has stopped but the phone is still ringing and all she can feel is bone deep relief followed by a startling clarity. The menu pops in front of her eyes, soothingly gold, and it ’ s as if everything finally makes sense. Level 2 it reads and she puts her points into stealth, figuring that she ’ s going to need that well before strength or crafting. 
 
 Turns out she ’ s right. The police come knocking the next week but can not find her. She sits in the middle of the kitchen, invisible in plain sight before she leaves her apartment and gets into her car. It ’ s run down, nearly as unnoticeable as she is and when she ’ s driving home a pedestrian walks out in front of her. Instead of slowing down she pushes her foot harder on the pedal and hits the teenager at a speed no one is likely to walk away from. She knows he ’ s dead when the menu flashes up again, announcing she is at level 2. She invests in stealth and speech this time, adding a perk into “ INCOGNITO ” to be safe. 
 
 She gains another 5 levels in as many weeks, carefully each time. She ’ s a plain, middle aged woman with crooked teeth and a soft body and the levels only make her more unremarkable. When she reaches level 7 she ’ s sitting in front of a TV, a dead family at her feet from a poisoned take away meal when the news starts and she is enraptured. There are stories of hunters gaining levels and become legendary, or police officers speccing in healing to help their fallen comrades. Some US army vets level for combat, tougher skin and faster reflexes, capable of uprooting entire buildings. The news anchor claims the highest recorded level is 5, held by a General with a love of gunfire. Jane just smiles, she is already level 7 and no one knows she exists which only makes everything easier. 
 
 The next day she robs a bank, sweet talks some tellers, suffocates others with barely a though and leaves with enough money to make a CEO jealous. She befuddles another bank, transfers her funds and covers her trail in less than an afternoon. It ’ s almost to easy. She gains 3 levels that day and each time the menu appears it ’ s like a breath of fresh air, the world seems to focus and it ’ s as if she is looking with new eyes each and every time. 
 
 That night she returns to her old apartment where she had lost her child. There is a new family there, level 1 and so in love it makes something ache inside of her. Jane ’ s quick with these ones, as she is with all her kills. She positions the parents together with their child in their bed, as if they could be sleeping. She stares at the place she had once dropped her baby, the place where her hair had stuck to her forehead with sweat and she had called the debt collectors, her voice in pieces, begging for more time. 
 
 She feels empty. This time not even the chime or the gold of the menu is soothing. She feels as if someone has punched a hole straight through her. Sometimes she wishes someone would. Maybe one of those army vets, or a professional hunter, but no one ever comes. She stays in that silent house for days with the bodies, waiting for the world to clear, but it doesn ’ t. 
 
 She skips town and doesn ’ t feel right until she ’ s gained another level. And another. And another. She stops wishing for death, because she's done wanting things she can not have. 

