Elias froze. The timestamp was two minutes ago. The coordinates were his own apartment.
He clicked it. The video was a live feed of his own back, viewed from the dark corner of the room behind him. In the video, a figure was standing just inches from his chair, reaching out toward his neck. Power.Struggle-GOG.rar
"Game over," a synthesized voice whispered, not from the speakers, but from the air right next to his ear. Elias froze
The "game" was a simulation of his own life, and the "power struggle" was about who held the controller. He clicked it
Suddenly, his monitor flickered. A command prompt window opened, and text began to scroll at a blinding speed. It wasn't codeāit was a dialogue tree.
Elias didn't turn around. He couldn't. He looked at the screen and saw the figure's handāpale, pixelated, and shimmering like a glitchārest on his shoulder.
Elias reached for the mouse, his hand shaking. As his fingers hovered over the left click, the lights in his apartment began to pulse in sync with his pulse. On the screen, a new file appeared in the directory: Power.Struggle_Final_Chapter.mp4 .