He looked at his hands. A faint, pixelated blue glow outlined his fingers.
The loading bar on Jin’s cracked screen read 99% for an hour.
The game booted to a black screen. No character select. No World Tour map. Just a single, flickering nameplate:
Suddenly, the repack pinged every modified console and jailbroken PC within six blocks. Jin’s screen split into eight squares. He wasn't playing AI anymore. He was seeing them —other players, their faces lit by the same cursed menu. A kid in a hoodie. An old woman with knuckle tattoos. A man whose camera showed a wall of missing-person posters.