Back in the safehouse, I run a diagnostic. The Trainer is bleeding into my neural lace. Ghost code. I see lines of script where walls should be. Health bars float over sleeping civilians.
Here’s a short, dramatic draft story based on the prompt — treating “Fling” as both a callsign and a nod to the cheat tool name. Title: Trainer Mode: Fling
Location: Unknown safehouse, near the ruins of Hamburg