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It was from his roommate, who was supposed to be at work. Elias’s eyes darted to the window in the video feed. A face was pressed against the glass—his roommate’s face, but the eyes were hollowed out, replaced by the same static as the tuxedoed guest.

On the monitor, the tuxedoed guest leaned over Elias’s digital shoulder, its face a void of static. "You’re late for the toast," a voice rasped—not from the speakers, but from the air inches from his ear. File: Panic.Party.v1.0.Uncensored.zip ...

Panic finally won. Elias lunged for the power cord, but as his hand moved, the screen turned a blinding, visceral red. The last thing the webcam recorded before the feed cut to black was the tuxedoed guest placing a hand on Elias's shoulder and whispering: "The party is just getting started. And you’re the cake." It was from his roommate, who was supposed to be at work