Murdock had tired of waiting around for the day that somebody rescued them from this foreign world. For the longest time, he had been relaxing on the first floor within the safe zone, counting away the seconds as the hope of escape dwindled like the declining population. There had been more than enough time to understand that this was real, that he had to make due with what he was given, and figure out a purpose in Aincrad. Certainly, he was no fighter. Not once had he left the safe zone with no