They were fourteen, broke, and utterly rich. Their currency was the stack of mismatched game cases on the floor, the plastic worn soft at the edges.
Leo shook his head, pulling out a wrinkled, unmarked disc. Xbox 360 Games
But the real magic came at midnight.
The disc whirred into the tray. The green light flickered. The basement held its breath. The screen went black for one terrifying second—the Red Ring of Death was always a specter, a constant, low-grade dread in every 360 owner’s heart—but then, a splash of watercolor. A giant, golden phoenix flew across the screen. A little boy with spiky hair shouted something in Japanese that sounded like pure, unadulterated courage. They were fourteen, broke, and utterly rich