But there was no coin slot. And Leo wasn't back in the storage closet. He was floating in a void of scrolling code, surrounded by the frozen, digitized ghosts of every player who had ever crashed here. Their eyes were empty .exe files. Their mouths moved in silent loops.
...and counting.
Leo twisted the throttle.
A rider was approaching from behind. No, not a rider. The Rider. Black leather, helmet with a cracked visor, and a license plate that read UNBLKD . On his back, a glowing number: . traffic rider unblocked 76
LEO – 99,999,998