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The game saved.

The screen of the Nintendo Switch flickered in the dim glow of Leo’s bedroom. Outside, rain lashed against the window, but inside, he was dry, warm, and utterly frustrated.

Leo downshifted, riding the redline. The McLaren’s engine note warped into a low, guttural roar that his TV had never produced before. He caught the ghost at the last second, crossing the finish line as the screen shattered like glass.

And the download bar on his Switch read:

He pressed A.