As the sun began to rise, the screen finally flickered back to his desktop. The folder for his final project was empty. In its place was a single text file titled READ_ME .
The cursor began moving on its own, dragging his final project toward the recycle bin. Elias grabbed his mouse, but it was dead. He reached for the power cable, but his speakers let out a deafening, digital screech that froze him in place. As the sun began to rise, the screen
Elias thought it was the crack working. He waited for the interface to pop up, for the serial key to bypass the paywall. Instead, his webcam’s green LED flickered to life. He wasn't looking at a converter; he was looking at a mirror. As the sun began to rise