“That’s… not code,” Leo said, voice dry.
Mia cracked her knuckles. The game loaded: pixel sun, heavy bass, a white sedan idling outside a virtual bank. Her job? Outrun everything. Cop Chargers. Roadblocks. A swarm of motorcycles that appeared from alleys like angry hornets.
“You drove well. Now delete the save file. This level wasn’t meant to be unblocked.”
They closed the laptop. Didn’t save. Didn’t speak.