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There were no progress bars. There was no "Success" message. Instead, my desktop icons began to rearrange themselves. They didn’t snap to the grid; they drifted like debris in a slow-moving current, clustering in the center of the screen to form a crude, pixelated shape—a serpent held in a human hand.

A single text file appeared in the center of the mess: THIEF.txt . File: ANDROMALIUS.zip ...

The lights in my room didn't flicker; they simply ceased to exist. In the absolute blackness, the only thing I could hear was the sound of a heavy iron key turning in a lock—not in the door, but somewhere inside the walls of the room. There were no progress bars

I opened it. The notepad window filled the screen, but it didn't contain text. It was a live feed of my own webcam. The resolution was grainy, washed in the sickly green of night vision. In the reflection of my monitor, I could see myself sitting in my chair. They didn’t snap to the grid; they drifted