Leo’s heart stuttered. He slapped the power button on his tower. Nothing. The screen flickered, and the view shifted. Now he was looking at himself. A grainy, webcam-style feed of his own room appeared in the corner of the monitor. He saw himself sitting there, pale, mouth half-open.

The screen went black.

He ran. His legs moved—not by keyboard command, but by pure animal panic. He slammed through a door into a dining room. On the table, a VHS tape sat next to a dusty console TV. The tape was labeled: