Instantly, his monitor didn't just go black—it seemed to swallow the light in the room. A single line of text appeared: Leave your door unlocked. We’re already outside.
"Join now!" The banner blinked in a neon green that felt like a migraine in the making. Join now!
Arthur looked back at his beige apartment—the half-eaten sandwich, the stack of bills, the quiet safety of a life half-lived. Then he looked at the obsidian woods and the key glinting on the tray. Instantly, his monitor didn't just go black—it seemed
Arthur chuckled, heart hammering. "Cheap parlor tricks," he muttered. But then, he heard it: the distinct click of his front door latch sliding open. the stack of bills