"You are the second," a voice echoed. It was a girl, or at least the digital ghost of one, standing at the edge of a floating precipice. Her dress was made of scrolling green text. "The first King tried to delete the world because he couldn't rule the chaos. He failed, and now he is the Glitch."

By the time the sun rose over his apartment, Kaito was back in his chair. His phone was hot to the touch, the screen finally black. When he tried to reboot it, a single notification appeared on the lock screen:

The world of King 2 was a fractured masterpiece. Floating islands were held together by literal lines of code that glowed like neon tether-ropes. Massive "Data-Dragons" circled overhead, their scales composed of shifting hexadecimal strings.

With a roar that sounded like a crashing hard drive, Kaito charged. Every strike of his blade shed sparks of pure light, patching the holes in reality as he fought.