The music filled Felicity’s ears. She adjusted her headphones so that no other sound could enter and leaned forward in her chair. The treasure. The treasure was within reach. On the screen, her avatar jumped down from his motorcycle and walked up to the golden locker at the edge of the abandoned building. The avatar stopped. He could not go forward. She clicked on the locker and a bubble popped up. A code was needed. Her avatar had to solve a math equation in order to access the treasure.
“Really?” Felicity baulked. She was not good at math, which meant that Otto, her avatar, was screwed. He’d—meaning she’d—already skipped the initial side-quest for his character that led her to a money laundering plant in the middle of the underground, huge, and ornate perpetual night-time city in her fa
