He landed on a sidewalk in Times Square. The crowds didn't run or scream. They just turned their heads in unison, their eyes following his every move. Then, the dialogue box popped up—not in the game’s font, but in a jagged, handwritten script: "You're late, Leo."
In his pocket, a familiar chime rang out. He pulled out a gadget—a modified 3DS. On the screen, a message waited:
Suddenly, the 3D slider clicked upward on its own. The screen glowed with a blinding, rhythmic light. Leo reached out to turn it off, but his hand didn't hit plastic. It hit the cold, glass surface of a skyscraper.