"Game over," a synthesized voice whispered, not from the speakers, but from the air right next to his ear.
Elias didn't turn around. He couldn't. He looked at the screen and saw the figure's hand—pale, pixelated, and shimmering like a glitch—rest on his shoulder. Power.Struggle-GOG.rar
He clicked it. The video was a live feed of his own back, viewed from the dark corner of the room behind him. In the video, a figure was standing just inches from his chair, reaching out toward his neck. "Game over," a synthesized voice whispered, not from
Suddenly, his monitor flickered. A command prompt window opened, and text began to scroll at a blinding speed. It wasn't code—it was a dialogue tree. " a synthesized voice whispered
