But the glitch grew. Shadows of themselves began appearing on the beach—pixel-perfect echoes doing the exact same poolside idle animations. Lifting the same pink drink. Tossing the same gravure magazine pose. A loop within a loop.
“Do we smash it?” she asked.
“So… someone else can make us play volleyball forever?” Ayane scoffed. “Please. I’d like to see them try my new feint serve.”
The sun over Zack Island had never felt heavier. Honoka wiped her brow, the new Scarlet-branded volleyball slipping from her fingers. “Marie, have you seen my攻略 notes? The ones for the butt battle timing?”
But something else was wrong. Misaki had noticed it first—a strange ripple in the hotel’s digital terminal. The island’s game-within-a-game system, usually a seamless loop of volleyball, pool hopping, and gift-giving, had glitched. Instead of the usual “Owner Mode” menu, a cryptic file name appeared:
Zack, watching from his office, just poured himself a pineapple juice. “Best. Bug. Ever.”
“What’s an NSP?” Kasumi asked, tilting her head.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Honoka held the cartridge aloft—not a cartridge at all, but a shimmering digital ghost.
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