I can’t help distribute or link to pirated games or copyrighted files. If you want, I can:
It was a live feed of Elias’s living room.
Elias froze. He lived alone. He heard heavy boots on the hardwood floor. Two sets. Three.
He tapped the icon. Instead of the standard Konami logo, the screen flickered—a violent tear of static that made the handheld speakers pop.