The cursor began moving on its own, dragging his final project toward the recycle bin. Elias grabbed his mouse, but it was dead. He reached for the power cable, but his speakers let out a deafening, digital screech that froze him in place.
A single line of white text appeared: “Searching for keys...” The cursor began moving on its own, dragging
“Nice edit, Elias,” the message read. “But piracy has a subscription fee.” The cursor began moving on its own, dragging