Leo turned.

The game started. But it wasn’t the main menu. No “New Game,” no “Options.” Just a first-person view of a dusty, familiar hallway. The Bakers’ ranch. The air in his room grew cold.

“You would not pay for the key… so you opened the door yourself.”

“This isn’t real,” Leo muttered. His voice came out of the speakers, delayed and distorted. “It’s a virus. A creepy screensaver.”