When he looked up into the mirror, his blood turned to ice. Taped to his actual, physical bathroom mirror was a small, crudely cut piece of paper with pixelated font that hadn't been there ten minutes ago: Level 2.
One Tuesday at 3:00 AM, he stumbled upon a directory on a Romanian server that hadn't been modified since 2004. Amidst the sea of broken links and corrupt files sat a single, massive archive: . PRG.rar
Leo used the arrow keys to move. As he navigated the maze, he noticed there were NPCs standing in the corners. They weren't moving. They were just turning in place, their blank, pixelated faces always locking directly onto Leo's character. Then, Leo's webcam light flickered on. When he looked up into the mirror, his blood turned to ice