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A leaderboard flickered into his vision. There were only twelve names. At the very bottom, his own name pulsed in red. Above him were legends of the extreme sports world—people who had vanished, "retired," or died in freak accidents years ago. 03:00 AM

Then, a voice crackled in his ear—distorted, like a corrupted .mp3.

Elias looked down at the 90-degree drop ahead of him. The file hadn't been a game; it was a recruitment tool for a digital underground where the stakes were biological.

He gripped the phantom handlebars, took a breath of simulated mountain air, and leaned forward. He didn't just want to play; he wanted to see who was at the top of the list.