“Use it on your PS3,” she said, her voice low. “It’s a bit of a hack, but you’ve got the firmware patch. I’ll walk you through it.”
Mia was already there, perched on a rusted bench, a battered laptop perched on her knees. The glow of the screen reflected in her eyes, a mix of excitement and caution. She tapped a few keys, and a progress bar began to fill, a slow crawl of green lines against a black background.
Mia smiled, a faint crease of fatigue crossing her forehead. “Just remember,” she replied, “the world’s full of things you shouldn’t chase. Some doors are best left closed.”
