The pool table was now floating in the deep end, its legs submerged, the balls arranged in a perfect triangle. Leo tried to drop the cue. His fingers wouldn't open.
He should have read the forum comments. But there were none. Nobody ever came back to leave one.
He transferred the unpacked game to his console, the icon appearing as a pixelated splash of blue. No developer name. No rating. Just the title: Pool Fever .
Suddenly he wasn't in his apartment anymore.
The file was small. Too small. But Leo’s Switch had been gathering dust for months, and the summer heat was making his apartment feel like a terrarium. He’d play anything that promised water.
It was 3 a.m. when Leo finally extracted the file. Pool Fever – NSP – eShop.rar sat on his desktop like a dare. He’d found it buried in an old forum thread—no comments, no upvotes, just a single dead link that somehow, miraculously, still worked.
"First rule of Pool Fever," said a voice like dripping water. "You don't break the rack. The rack breaks you."