Suddenly, the audio kicked in—not music, but the sound of someone breathing right behind Elias's chair. On screen, Jen began to type on a virtual keyboard. Every keystroke she made echoed in Elias’s physical room, a heavy, mechanical thud against his floorboards.
The computer didn't crash. It didn't blue-screen. The monitor simply turned into a mirror, reflecting Elias sitting in his room. But in the reflection, the door behind him was open. And Jen was standing in the hallway.
A text box appeared at the bottom: > SHE IS CURRENTLY ASLEEP. DO NOT WAKE HER. Elias typed: Who is she?