The screen went white. Then, a voice—not from the tinny speakers, but from inside his skull. Calm. Digital. Ancient.

A phone booth on the corner erupted into a column of red light. No, not a phone booth—a morpher. It folded out of thin air, built from the same green symbols he’d seen on the screen.

When Leo opened his eyes, he wasn’t in the computer room. He was standing in a desert canyon, stars wheeling overhead. Five figures stood before him—not actors in spandex, but armored beings of living light. Red. Blue. Yellow. Black. Pink.