Rina thumbed the cartridge out of her 3DS and stared down at the tidy row of glyphs on the cartridge label: Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate — a small world she'd built into a dozen hundred-hour hunts. The village she’d named Kori, the Wyvern-slaying sets stitched from Rathalos scales, the awkward palico called Miso who insisted on stealing meat — all of it lived inside that little plastic rectangle. She tapped the screen protector with a fingertip, feeling the weight of all the tiny victories pressed against her palms.