The run began. The pixel-man’s feet pitter-pattered on the cobblestones. The first bull appeared—a brown rectangle with horns. Leo swerved left. Then another bull, black this time. He jumped over a collapsed cart. The screen blurred with motion. His fingers were a blur of muscle memory. Left, right, jump, slide.
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At 13 minutes, the world glitched. The sky turned from blue to a deep, bloody red. The "Olé!" music warped into a low, digital growl. The bulls’ eyes glowed white. The run began