Most people would have seen the red flags. The website’s background was a tiled image of a damp stone wall, and the "Terms of Service" was just a single line of text that read: Finders, keepers; losers, eaten. With a shrug, Elias clicked.

He realized then that he hadn't downloaded a game. He had opened a .

The phrase sounds like the exact kind of link that leads to a cursed RPG encounter or a very suspicious piece of indie software .

Tunnels are being dug. Gold is being counted. The King demands your RAM.

Elias tried to move the mouse, but it resisted, tugging back toward the center of the screen as if something on the other side was playing with the sensor. Suddenly, the monitor’s brightness surged, blindingly white, and a high-pitched cackle erupted from his speakers.