The text wasn't code. It was a live stream of data, scrolling upward at a nauseating speed.
"Drama," Elias muttered, leaning closer to his monitor. He opened the file. Witch_Logger_V4.1_ZIP.zip
He looked around his darkened apartment. The "Witch Logger" wasn't logging a program; it was logging him . He grabbed his mouse to delete the folder, but the cursor moved on its own, dragging the recycle bin icon into the center of the screen and renaming it CAULDRON . A new window popped up—a terminal interface. The text wasn't code