His laptop screen distorted, lines of code unraveling like a corrupted video. His reflection's grin widened, stretching too far.
The file explorer flickered open.
One file. No name. Just an eye symbol as the icon.
The laptop's speakers crackled.
"Open it, Ethan."
His fingers twitched, hovering over the trackpad.
He had two choices:
• Delete the file.
• Open it.
Heart pounding, he moved to delete it—
The cursor jerked away. The screen flashed red.
"ACCESS DENIED."
A new message appeared.
"TOO LATE."
The lights flickered. His ears rang with a high-pitched whine. And then—
Everything went black.