The screen flickered, casting a sickly blue light across the cluttered desk. On the monitor, the progress bar for the file sat frozen at 99%.
A street Radu recognized. It was the view from his own balcony. The screen flickered, casting a sickly blue light
Radu didn't hesitate. He launched the executable. The familiar, haunting synth notes of the menu theme filled his headset. But as the game loaded, something was off. The background wasn't the usual image of Kyle Crane overlooking a valley. It was a live feed of an empty, dimly lit street. The screen flickered