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The webcam light on the Dell’s monitor bezel flickered to life. A new window opened: Windows Photo Gallery . And it was showing a live feed from his basement. But Leo wasn't in the frame. The frame was empty.

His hands trembled as he typed a dummy password: “Admin.” Windows Vista Home Premium -32 Bit-.iso

And the feeling of a gray coat brushing against his shoulder. The webcam light on the Dell’s monitor bezel

The desktop loaded. The gadgets on the sidebar were wrong. The clock showed 3:15 AM—it was 11:47 PM. The CPU meter was pegged at 100%, but the processes list was empty. And the Recycle Bin icon was full, even though the drive was freshly formatted. But Leo wasn't in the frame

Leo sat frozen, listening to the real silence of his own basement. From behind him, he heard a soft, metallic scrape —the sound of the disc tray opening on its own.

Leo found it on the last shelf of the last aisle of “E-waste & More,” a graveyard of beige plastic and tangled copper. Buried under a broken DVD-ROM drive and a stack of AOL Free Trial discs was a single, unmarked jewel case. Inside, no manual, no registration card. Just a disc that shimmered with an oily, silver-violet hue.

The CPU meter on the sidebar wasn’t a meter anymore. It was a waveform. A voice. Grainy, compressed, barely above the noise floor of the old Sound Blaster card.