He exhaled, leaning back in his chair, his heart hammering against his ribs. He’d have to take the PC to a shop tomorrow; it was probably just a nasty ransomware script. But as he sat there in the dark, he heard a faint, familiar sound. Vent open.
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His webcam light flickered to life—a steady, unblinking crimson eye. Files began disappearing from his desktop, one by one. His photos, his schoolwork, his saved games—all being swallowed by the static. He exhaled, leaning back in his chair, his
It didn’t come from the computer. It came from the air duct in the corner of his ceiling. Elias froze, his eyes widening as a small, heavy thud hit the floor behind him. Vent open