“Yeah,” Leo breathed.
“Welcome to the Repack,” said a voice behind him. He spun.
When Leo opened his eyes, he was standing in a grassy field under two moons. One was round and familiar. The other was jagged, like a broken mirror, slowly rotating.
A cold wind blew across the field. Leo looked down at his own hands—they were translucent, edged with the same jagged pixel-fuzz as the broken moon.
“Leo?” said the Koromon.