He had a choice. Rip the server cord, lose everything, and hope the ghost didn't follow him… or keep the game running and become a caretaker for something he never meant to create.
Leo snorted. Sentient? Sure, buddy. He clicked.
It was gone. Deleted.
The Pastebin was pristine. No ads, no weird formatting. Just a dense, elegant script that looked nothing like the usual spaghetti code. At the bottom, a single comment:
Leo closed the script editor. He opened the original Pastebin URL.
But the page had one new line, written in tiny, gray text at the very bottom:
Then he opened it again.