His browser didn't open a standard storefront. Instead, a bare, black webpage appeared with a single, massive progress bar. There were no screenshots, no reviews, and no hardware requirements. Downloading: ship_sinking_simulator_v1.0.exe... 12%

But as the water flooded the virtual compartments on screen, a sudden, frigid draft blasted through Arthur’s bedroom. He shivered violently, pulling his sweater tight. He checked his window—it was shut tight. Yet, the air smelled heavily of salt, brine, and old, wet iron.

Arthur moved his mouse over the simulation controls. The UI was stark and hyper-detailed. Instead of a typical cursor, he had a "Stress Tool." He clicked on the bow of the digital ship and dragged a line, tearing a jagged hole right through the bulkhead. Instantly, digital water rushed in.

The progress bar reappeared at the bottom of the screen, flashing a new message: Simulation complete. Environment sync... 100%

"What on earth..." Arthur whispered. His breath was now coming out in visible white puffs.

He scrambled to his feet, splashing through the rapidly rising water to get to the door. He grabbed the handle, but it wouldn't budge. He was trapped.