With a final, sharp click , the progress bar turned green.
Elias rubbed his eyes, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in his glasses. It was 3:00 AM in a cramped apartment in Berlin. Outside, the real world was silent, but inside the zip file lay thousands of miles of open road, the hum of a diesel engine, and the neon glow of rest stops he’d never visit in person. File: Euro.Truck.Simulator.2.v1.46.1.0s.zip ...
Elias reached for his steering wheel peripheral, but his hands felt heavy. Looking down, he didn't see his own pale skin. He saw weathered, calloused hands gripping a leather-wrapped wheel. The smell of stale coffee and diesel fumes filled his small bedroom—real, pungent, and impossible. With a final, sharp click , the progress bar turned green