Elias froze. He checked his task manager. No other programs were running. He laughed nervously, figuring it was a high-level jump scare designed by a clever coder. He clicked back into the game and reached for the trocar.
The game launched without a splash screen. It dropped him straight into the cold, clinical halls of River Fields Mortuary. The graphics were sharper than they should have been, the lighting so realistic that he could almost smell the cloying scent of formaldehyde and old floor wax. His first task: Embalm the body in Cold Storage 1. The.Mortuary.Assistant.v1.1.1.rar
It was a photo of Elias, taken from the perspective of his own webcam, his face frozen in a silent, waxy scream. Elias froze
Elias tried to Alt+F4. Nothing. He reached for the power cord, but his hand stopped mid-air. He couldn't move. A paralyzing chill, like liquid nitrogen in his veins, locked his joints. He laughed nervously, figuring it was a high-level
On the screen, the shadow touched the digital Elias’s shoulder.
As the progress bar crawled toward 100%, the temperature in Elias’s studio apartment dropped. He shrugged it off as a draft, though the windows were sealed tight.