Ryan’s POV
I handed Roy the box like it didn’t weigh a thing, like it wasn’t the result of weeks of planning, favors called in, and money I didn’t even bother counting.
He stared at it.
Then his eyes widened.
“You’re joking,” he said slowly.
Roy turned the box over once, then twice, like it might disappear if he didn’t keep looking at it. “This game only has two copies in existence,” he added. “One’s locked in a museum in Tokyo. The other—” He looked up at me sharply. “How did you even get this?”
I shrugged, keeping my hands in my pockets. My pulse thudded in my ears. “Does it matter?”
“It does,” Roy said, suspicious now. “You don’t just wake up one day and decide to buy something like this. Why now?”
I forced a smile, even though my jaw felt tight. “Because I wanted to.”
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