Elias stood up, knocking his chair back. In the digital window, the chair remained upright, but the shadow was getting closer. It was a man. No, it was a silhouette made of static and scan lines.
As the countdown hit zero, Elias felt himself being pulled forward, thin as a line of code, while the man of static stepped out onto the carpet, took a sip of the cold coffee, and began to type. window_part.7z
When he tried to unzip it, the progress bar didn’t move. Instead, his monitor flickered. Elias stood up, knocking his chair back