He looked down. There was a new notification on his lock screen.
The zip file hadn't just unpacked data; it had unpacked a presence. File: hack_me.2.zip ...
He reached for the power cable, but a window popped up, filling the screen with a live video feed. It took him three seconds to realize he was looking at the back of his own head. The camera angle was impossible—it was coming from his wall-mounted bookshelf, where no camera existed. In the video, a figure stood in the doorway behind him. He looked down
He looked back at the screen. In the video, the figure was now standing directly behind his chair, leaning over his shoulder. It was a tall, spindly thing made of static and flickering code, its fingers reaching for his throat. He reached for the power cable, but a