The options were stark. God Mode. Unlimited Nitrous. AI Slowing. Save Game Unlocker.

He reached the final race against Razor. The cutscene played, full of pixelated fury. The race began.

Leo pressed the nitrous. He passed Razor as if the other car was parked. The finish line flashed. You have defeated Razor.

For three weeks, Rockport City had owned him. Sgt. Cross’s Corvette had hounded him through every tollbooth, every highway sprint. The Blacklist had mocked him from #15 down to #1. Razor, that sneering git, sat atop the throne in his customized BMW M3 GTR— Leo’s car. Every time Leo got close, the rubberbanding AI would tighten like a noose. A minor scrape at 180mph would send his carefully tuned Porsche Carrera GT into a death spiral.