Gemotions

The old arcade, now a faded relic of a bygone era, held bittersweet memories for Mark. Liam, standing beside him, recalled the hours they’d spent there, the games they’d played, the scores they’d achieved. But as Liam described the experience, Mark felt a growing unease.

The games he mentioned were not the games Mark remembered. The strategies, the high scores, the people they had competed against – everything was different. He ran a hand through his hair, his brow furrowed.

He slowly turned to Liam, a question forming on his lips. "Liam," he began, his voice hesitant, "are you… sure about that?" He gestured vaguely around the arcade, his gaze flitting from one dusty game machine to another.

Liam shrugged. "Yeah, why?"

Mark took a deep breath, and turned away again. "Just… seems off." He stared at the flashing lights, feeling a sense of betrayal.