“You’re not playing a game. You’re driving through a memory. Every car, every road, every song — it’s someone’s last summer. Drive carefully. Some corners you don’t come back from.”
The Corrupted Corner appeared: a hairpin turn where the road simply ended, dropping into a void of static and corrupted textures. Leo’s car hurtled toward it.
“You’re not playing a game. You’re driving through a memory. Every car, every road, every song — it’s someone’s last summer. Drive carefully. Some corners you don’t come back from.”
The Corrupted Corner appeared: a hairpin turn where the road simply ended, dropping into a void of static and corrupted textures. Leo’s car hurtled toward it. “You’re not playing a game
