Leo’s blood ran cold. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He slowly turned his head toward his bedroom window.

Leo frowned, tapping the screen rapidly. "Come on, stupid game. Freeze up on me now?"

The final message on the game screen read: You wanted to be a real gangster, Leo. Welcome to the syndicate. Your first mission starts now. Check your doorstep.

The bright colors inverted into a harsh, neon red. The background music cut out, replaced by a low, distorted hum. On the screen, his custom-dressed gangster stopped responding to the joystick. The character slowly turned around, breaking the third wall, and stared directly at the camera.

A new message popped up on the game screen: LEO. NICE ROOM. TURN AROUND.