Marco floored it. The coupe, missing a wheel, wobbled at 90 mph. The figure kept pace, its faceless head tilted, matching every swerve.

Then, a chat box appeared in the bottom corner. A single line of text, typed in real-time:

The figure began to walk. Not run. Walk. At 20 mph. Then 40. Then it was sprinting at 80 mph, its legs blurring unnaturally.

He pressed the “C” key to change camera angles. Nothing. He pressed “V” for cockpit view. Nothing. The camera was stuck behind the car.

“What?” Marco laughed nervously.

But then, he saw it.