He looked back at the monitor. The mutant was now standing directly behind the digital "Alex." It leaned into the camera, its face a featureless mass of pale skin, and whispered through his speakers in a distorted version of his own voice: "Inventory check: You have zero lives remaining."
In the game-version of his room, the door was slowly creaking open. He looked back at the monitor
“You wanted to survive for free,” the note read. “But survival always has a cost.” he heard the distinct
And from the hallway outside his real bedroom, he heard the distinct, wet sound of many feet skittering against the hardwood. He looked back at the monitor