The cursor hovered over the glowing blue link:

Leo didn’t hesitate. He clicked. A progress bar appeared, a thin green line inching across a grey box on his father’s bulky Windows 98 machine. The year was 2001, and Leo was fourteen. His world was about to change.

You found Counter-Strike 1.3.

Leo panicked, hit the spacebar, and his character jumped sideways—a weird, floaty arc. He fired again from the hip. This time, the Terrorist’s body snapped backward, ragdolling into a pile of barrels with a satisfying thud . A simple, yellow text appeared in the top-left corner: