The screen flickered, casting a sickly blue glow over Jax’s cramped apartment. On the monitor, the string of text looked like a digital incantation: .
The room went dark, and the smell of old parchment and ozone filled the air. Jax wasn't in his apartment anymore. He was standing on a cobblestone street, and in his pocket, he felt the heavy, cold weight of a six-sided friend who was ready to play. The screen flickered, casting a sickly blue glow
The progress bar began its slow crawl. Outside, the wind rattled his window, sounding like the clatter of dice on a wooden board. Jax wasn't in his apartment anymore
Instead of the usual title screen, there was no music. Only the sound of a heavy, stone die rolling in the darkness. A prompt appeared on the screen, written in a font that looked less like pixels and more like dried ink: Outside, the wind rattled his window, sounding like
"Just a game," Jax muttered, though his hands were sweating.