Tonight was the night. Leo had patched things up with a voice message earlier that week: “No more grid maps. Just sharks and planks. You in?”
Leo’s heart thumped as the loading screen appeared. The familiar sounds of waves lapping against cheap plywood filled his headphones. Then, the screen flickered. A red box slammed into the center of his monitor, sharp and unforgiving:
A short laugh from Sam. “You tried to catch the engine with your face.”
That was a yes.
The shark was already circling.