The screen went black. The hissing stopped. The only sound left in the basement was the soft, fading scrape of Elias’s fingernails against the floorboards as he reached for a breath that was no longer there.
He sniffed the air. It felt... lighter. Cleaner. But as he took a deep breath, his lungs didn't feel satisfied. It was like drinking water that didn't quench thirst. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips. His vision began to tunnel. swatpack_nitrogen.rar
Elias felt a chill that had nothing to do with his PC's cooling fans. He was about to delete the folder when he noticed the nitrogen.exe icon. It wasn't a standard Windows executable icon. It was a grainy photo of a SWAT team member, but the visor of the helmet was filled with a swirling, neon-blue gas. The screen went black