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Leo’s reflection stared back at him from the black glass of his laptop screen, a pale ghost haunted by the blinking LEDs of his controller. For five years, he’d been Leo the Librarian. But at 2:00 AM, in his cramped studio apartment, he was Apex , the ghost of the underground.

The screen flickered, not like a glitch, but like a blink. The familiar waveform displays were gone. In their place was a smooth, obsidian surface that seemed to swallow the light from his room. It was featureless. A black mirror. skins virtual dj

The face smiled.