Leo sighed. Money was tight, and the official price felt like a small fortune. So, like many desperate big brothers, he typed the fateful words into the search bar: "rayman legends descargar para pc gratis."

Before Leo could answer, his monitor stretched like taffy. Purple luminescent limbs—exactly like Rayman’s, but wrong, too long, too hungry—began pulling themselves out of the USB port. A hollow, echoing voice filled the room: "Gracias por descargarme… ahora, tú eres mi nivel." (Thank you for downloading me… now, you are my level.)

The last thing Leo saw was his little brother reaching for the power cord, screaming, as the shadows of living, glitching Lividstones crawled across the ceiling.