For the next four hours, Leo didn’t hear the rain. He didn’t hear his landlord shouting about the rent. He only heard the beautiful, pirated thunder of 900 horsepower, running flawlessly on a machine that had no right to run it at all.

He took the first turn. Tires bit into the virtual tarmac. The engine screamed.

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Turn 10’s logo. The glint of a Porsche 911 GT2 RS on the Nürburgring. The sound of rain—not the real rain outside his leaky window, but the synthesized, perfect rain of a simulation.