The hum of his PC fans shifted, rising into a rhythmic, discordant wail that sounded like a choir of voices trapped in a metal box. The smell of ozone and wet earth filled the room. On his second monitor, his webcam light flickered on.
"Drama," Elias muttered, leaning closer to his monitor. He opened the file. Witch_Logger_V4.1_ZIP.zip
Witch_Logger_V4.1: Initializing Hex_Dump... Target: Elias Thorne Status: Bound The hum of his PC fans shifted, rising
The text wasn't code. It was a live stream of data, scrolling upward at a nauseating speed. rising into a rhythmic