His finger hovered over the mouse. Just a file. But inside that folder was the moment he and Val—his real-life Val—had laughed so hard at a glitched NPC that she’d snorted milk out her nose. The save was a ghost, and he was the medium.
Then, a new prompt: “Save location detected. Not on disk. In memory. Do you want to overwrite reality? Y/N” saints row 2022 save location
Then the chat box appeared. Words typed themselves, one by one, in a language he didn’t recognize at first. But the alphabet was English. The name beside the message: . His finger hovered over the mouse