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The link was buried on page four of a sketchy forum, sandwiched between blinking gambling ads and "hot singles in your area." Alex knew better, but the craving for the survival horror game The Forest was stronger than his common sense. He clicked.

The screen went black. A single prompt appeared in the center of the darkness: The link was buried on page four of

A pale, multi-limbed figure—one of the game’s infamous mutants—skittered across his digital floor. Alex spun around in his real chair, heart hammering. His real door was shut. Locked. A single prompt appeared in the center of

He looked back at the monitor. The mutant was now standing directly behind the digital "Alex." It leaned into the camera, its face a featureless mass of pale skin, and whispered through his speakers in a distorted version of his own voice: "Inventory check: You have zero lives remaining." Locked