Game-end 254 99%

The walls were covered in crude crayon drawings: a stick-figure girl with yellow hair, a boy with a red hat, a dog with three legs. The same drawings Lena had taped to their childhood fridge. Elias’s breath caught.

He pressed Y.

They had reached attempt #253 before the summer ended. Lena had cried after the last one. She said the monster’s eye looked sad. Elias said she was being dramatic. Then the console was packed away, and life happened, and Game-End 254 became a ghost.