Leo hesitated. Installs from unknown devs were like letting a stranger rewire your fuse box. But the deadline was tomorrow, and the poet’s hollow-eyed mesh stared at him like an accusation.
He saved the file. Exported a PNG for his presentation. Then, curious and a little afraid, he reopened the dialog. He set to Manic and clicked MAKE FACE again.
Leo reached for the mouse to close the file. But the cursor was already moving—slowly, deliberately—tracing the outline of his own face in the empty modeling space. Edge by edge. Vertex by vertex.
Leo jumped back from his desk. The office chair rolled into the wall. He force-quit SketchUp. The screen went black. His reflection stared back—pale, breathing fast.
