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The screen went pitch black. Then, a low, rhythmic thrumming sound began to vibrate through his desk. It didn't sound like a digital effect; it sounded like a heavy, organic heartbeat.

The reflection wasn't of a game character. It was Janis. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the monitor, but the background behind him in the reflection wasn't his room—it was the dark, towering pines of the forest. A branch snapped loudly behind him, in his actual room. MeЕѕs LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li

Slowly, the visuals faded in. It wasn't the high-definition graphics he was used to. The screen displayed a photorealistic view of a dense, fog-choked Latvian forest. The movement was fluid, mimicking a first-person perspective with terrifying accuracy. Every time Janis moved his mouse, the camera swayed with the weight of a human head. The screen went pitch black