He didn’t remember being that close. He remembered getting stuck on “Learning to Fly” and giving up. But there it was: San Fierro garage full of modded Lowriders, the airstrip in Verdant Meadows, and a tattoo on CJ’s chest that Leo didn’t recall choosing. A serpent eating its own tail.

Leo’s hands left the controller.

It was a translucent blue third-party card, buried in a shoebox of old batteries and tangled chargers. The label read, in faded Sharpie: .