Level 1: Do you remember the red slide? Level 2: The gate was locked for a reason.
The last thing he saw before his monitor went black was a character model standing directly behind his own in the game—a perfect, blocky recreation of himself, sitting in the very chair he was in now.
The notification pinged at 3:00 AM, a neon-blue flicker in Leo’s darkened bedroom. It was a direct message from an anonymous handle on an old modding forum: