Elias wasn't looking for a haunting; he was just looking for a deal. His bank account was a desert, and the itch to play Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice had become an obsession. He’d seen the trailers—the whispers, the mud, the harrowing journey into Helheim. He wanted that darkness.
He tried to Alt-F4, but the screen stayed locked on Senua’s face. She wasn’t looking at the shores of Helheim anymore. She had turned her head, her moss-painted eyes staring directly into the webcam lens. Elias wasn't looking for a haunting; he was
“The sacrifice,” the voices cheered in unison, “has been accepted.” Elias wasn't looking for a haunting