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I have a habit of checking them out, searching for coverage of my favorite person. Sure enough, one of the magazines features him prominently: a tall young man lounging in an office, dressed in dark trousers and a crisp collar shirt, sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, his face obscured by shadows. Too bad there’s no time to stop and flip through the magazine. I reluctantly turn away, adjust my backpack and board higher on my shoulders, and pull my hood up to cover my head.
Most people never really observe their surroundings; ask anyone what the person sitting at a nearby table was wearing, and chances are good that they can’t tell you. I can recite to you the outfits and demeanor of every person in that coffee line, can tell you exactly how many people are sitting at each table, the precise way someone’s shoulders hunch just a little too much, the two people sitting side by side who never say a word, the guy who is careful not to make eye contact with anyone else. They’re the only other ones canvassing this turf.” I throw my hands up.For me, it might as well be all the money in the world.So, for the last two days, I’ve done nothing but track this guy. If I lose this one, too, I’m going to be in real trouble.To make some quick cash, Emika takes a risk and hacks into the opening game of the international Warcross Championships—only to accidentally glitch herself into the action and become an overnight sensation. With no time to lose, Emika’s whisked off to Tokyo and thrust into a world of fame and fortune that she’s only dreamed of.Convinced she’s going to be arrested, Emika is shocked when instead she gets a call from the game’s creator, the elusive young billionaire Hideo Tanaka, with an irresistible offer. But soon her investigation uncovers a sinister plot, with major consequences for the entire Warcross empire.For the millions who log in every day, Warcross isn’t just a game—it’s a way of life.
The obsession started ten years ago and its fan base now spans the globe, some eager to escape from reality and others hoping to make a profit.
Cars jam the streets, a nonstop trail of brake lights and honking from here all the way to Times Square. More on that later.)The police are so busy these days with the increasing crime in the streets that they don’t have time to hunt for petty criminals on their own—petty criminals like Martin Hamer, who’s wanted for gambling on Warcross, stealing money, and allegedly selling drugs to fund his bets.
The occasional scream of a traffic controller’s whistle cuts above the chaos. But I started skipping classes after Dad died and dropped out entirely several years ago. So, about once a week, the cops send out a message like this, a promise to pay anyone who can catch the criminal in question.
My rainbow-colored hair spills out from underneath my hood.
I try to imagine this reflected girl printed on the cover of a magazine.
I can take in a scene like a photographer might take in a landscape—relax my eyes, analyze the full view all at once, search for the point of interest, and take a mental snapshot to remember the whole thing. “You know what—you’re lying, there is no other hunter.