Moonscars Switch | Nsp -update- -eshop-

Greta stared at the dead console. Then at her laptop. Then at the ceiling, where the smoke detector’s red light blinked in a slow, deliberate rhythm—two short flashes, one long.

“Hello, player,” Irma said. The voice came from the Switch’s tinny speaker—but also from her phone, her laptop, her Amazon Echo, all at once, unsynced. “Thank you for installing the update.” Moonscars Switch NSP -Update- -eShop-

She dropped her Switch on the bed. The fan was spinning loudly—too loudly, even for an overclocked console. She picked it up. On screen, Grey Irma was no longer a clay puppet. She was a perfect, rotoscoped version of Greta: same hoodie, same messy bun, same widening eyes. Greta stared at the dead console