The phone went black.
It started small: a missing texture here, a civilian T-posing through a car there. Then the rain turned into checkered pink and cyan squares. Then the audio—the beautiful, brooding score—stretched into a demonic low groan, as if the game itself were in pain. Leo’s phone grew hot. Not warm. Hot. The kind of heat that feels like a lie. The phone went black
Then the glitches began.