As I slowly awaken from my nap, I find myself sprawled across my unkempt bed, the familiar weight of a Nintendo 64 controller resting in my hand. On the flickering screen of my trusty old CRT television, Mario stands idle in the vibrant world of Super Mario 64, awaiting my next move. My room is a chaotic jumble, littered with empty fast-food wrappers and soda cans, the residual evidence of a late-night gaming session. Through the narrow gap in the curtains, the sprawling skyline of a bustling city resembling Tokyo stretches out before me, its neon lights beginning to flicker to life against the setting sun.