the voice boomed.
The static on the screen began to coalesce. It wasn't a virus—not a normal one. It was a replica of the game's "Information Flare." The text began to scroll at light speed, listing his real name, his IP address, and his bank login.
"I was just trying to play," Jax whispered to the empty room.
Not just the game music—the hum of his PC fans died. The screen bled from the vibrant cel-shaded world into a dull, static gray. A single text box appeared in the center of the screen, written in a font that looked less like code and more like a jagged scar:
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