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Leo turned. The basement was empty. But the second screen—the one he'd unplugged three weeks ago—was glowing a soft, venous blue.

The first result was a mirror. The second was his own face. The third was a countdown. Searching for- double GhostFreakXX in- ...

Leo hadn't typed that. His hands were still hovering over the keyboard, the same way they had been for the past seven minutes—since the first unsolicited line of code had appeared in the search bar.

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The terminal flickered. Not the usual static hiss of a dying monitor, but something slower. Deliberate. Each pulse of light dragged shadows across the basement walls like fingernails down a chalkboard of dust.

The cursor blinked. Waited. The ceiling bulb buzzed like a trapped hornet. But the second screen—the one he'd unplugged three

Four seconds left.