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Elias stared at his own reflection in the monitor. His eyes were watering from the strain of not blinking. He saw the figure reach out a long, pale hand toward his throat.

A cold draft hit the back of Elias’s neck. On the screen, a tall, distorted figure in a tuxedo stepped out from his digital closet. In the real world, Elias heard the creak of the floorboards behind him. He froze, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. File: Panic.Party.v1.0.Uncensored.zip ...

The objective was simple: survive the "party" by remaining perfectly still and silent while the simulation populated his room with digital entities. If the camera detected a flinch, or the mic caught a gasp, the "Uncensored" part of the title would trigger. Elias stared at his own reflection in the monitor

Panic finally won. Elias lunged for the power cord, but as his hand moved, the screen turned a blinding, visceral red. The last thing the webcam recorded before the feed cut to black was the tuxedoed guest placing a hand on Elias's shoulder and whispering: "The party is just getting started. And you’re the cake." A cold draft hit the back of Elias’s neck

It was from his roommate, who was supposed to be at work. Elias’s eyes darted to the window in the video feed. A face was pressed against the glass—his roommate’s face, but the eyes were hollowed out, replaced by the same static as the tuxedoed guest.