Leo leaned closer to the screen. The ghost didn't move. But its head turned. It looked directly at the camera. At him .
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. Skate 3 -USA- -EnFrEs-
Leo’s thumb trembled over the A button. Leo leaned closer to the screen
In the game, Cannon’s board flickered. The green hoodie turned gray. The vibrant green logo on his chest faded to nothing. It looked directly at the camera
The main menu music remained the same triumphant punk riff, but the words were different. Carrière libre. Défis. He loaded his save. Cannon stood on the rooftop of the Super Ultra Mega Park. Everything looked the same. But something felt… off.
But instead of loading his save, he stared at the language selection screen. English. Français. Español.
Or he could press A.