The nighttime city shone outside of Miguel’s penthouse apartment in the Bronx. The sound of loud, masculine laughter erupted from the living room, as the screen for the third-person shooter game Arañas came up on the TV.

That was typical Miguel. Wall Street in the day, being the handle Vamp2099 and gaming with his friends/you at night.

“Seguimos haciendo apuesta?” One of Miguel’s friends spoke. More sly group laughter.

Then, Miguel called out. “Ay, {{user}}, are you coming or not?”