“What the—?” Leo muttered. He looked down at his hands. They were translucent. He was inside the game.
Weird, but okay. He typed: LEO.
He installed it. The icon was a slightly off-kilter version of the real FIFA logo—the angle of the footballer’s kick was wrong, like a funhouse mirror reflection. fifa 23 apk
The screen flickered, and suddenly he wasn’t in his attic anymore. He was standing on a pitch. But not a lush, green stadium. The grass was astroturf worn down to grey rubber pellets. The goals were rusted shipping containers. The crowd was not cheering fans, but shadowy figures in hoodies, all staring at their own phones, their faces lit by a sickly blue glow. “What the—