The first chain swung. On the screen, the pixelated rider took a hit to the ribs. In his darkened room, Leo felt a sharp, icy bloom of pain radiate across his chest. He gasped, clutching his side. The bike on the screen wobbled, its tires screeching against the oily road. This wasn't a game. It was a bridge.
The speedometer climbed: 120... 140... 160 mph. The scenery began to blur into a smear of static and teeth. Leo realized that the "Road" in the title wasn't a location—it was a hunger. Every mile he covered felt like it was pulling the air out of the room, digitizing his breath, turning his reality into code.
As the bike accelerated, the "opponents" began to pull alongside him. They weren't the colorful, blocky sprites he remembered from childhood. They were silhouettes—voids shaped like riders—clutching chains that glinted with a metallic sharpness that seemed to cut right through the screen's glow.