He slipped the headset on.

But the game had beaten the world.

Behind him, through the apartment window, he saw the city. But it wasn’t his city anymore. The skyscrapers were coral. The cars were schools of fish. The people? They were all sharks. Tiger sharks in business suits. Bull sharks as cops. And they were all looking up at the one building that still looked human: his.

He had beaten the game.

Leo—no, Sharkboy —grinned. A terrible, beautiful grin full of razors.