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Leo turned Cannon to look at the ghost. The ghost's mask cracked. Behind the crack was not a texture. It was a reflection. Leo's own face, lit blue by the TV, shivering in the cold apartment.

In the game, Cannon’s board flickered. The green hoodie turned gray. The vibrant green logo on his chest faded to nothing.

Leo, against every instinct, steered Cannon toward it. The ghost followed, skating backwards, its face a smooth, pale mask with two black dots for eyes. Skate 3 -USA- -EnFrEs-

He was bored. So, he started breaking the game.

The triple beep of the console wasn't a welcome chime anymore. To Leo, it was a jailbreak siren. Leo turned Cannon to look at the ghost

The text in the corner of the screen, normally "Drop in to start" , changed. It was a new string, in a language Leo didn't recognize. It wasn't French, Spanish, or English. It was a glitchy hybrid: "¿Ne parle-tu pas le skate? English. Français. Español. Or… silence?"

Leo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looked at the screen. The ghost was gone. The door was now slightly ajar. It was a reflection

Then he saw it.