He called his dad. It was 11 PM. His dad answered on the second ring, voice groggy. "Leo? Everything okay?"
The credits rolled. White text on a black background. The silence in the basement was absolute. The PS3's fan spun down, a tired sigh. god of war 3 disc
He remembered the launch. April 2010. He was fourteen. His dad, still with a full head of black hair and a laugh that filled their old house, had stood in line at midnight. "You're too young," he'd said, holding the box. "But I'm not." They’d played it together, his dad handling the brutal combos while Leo solved the puzzles. His mom would yell from the kitchen, "Turn that down! He's chopping off a man's head!" And his dad would whisper, "It's a hydra. Completely different." He called his dad