“Okay,” Liam breathed, his heart a jackhammer. “I can do this.”

He never clicked a sketchy link again.

Ghost_Camber shot into the first hairpin, sideways at 110 kph. Liam’s instincts from 800 hours of CarX kicked in. He feathered the handbrake, counter-steered, and slammed the throttle. The RX-7 snapped into a perfect mirror drift, door handle inches from the wall of a digital convenience store that read “7-Eleven (ERROR 404).”