The melody was beautiful, a mournful "Northern Hymn" that vibrated in his teeth. Elias turned his chair toward the door. The floorboards of his hallway were wet. A trail of dark, peat-stained water was seeping under his door, bringing with it the scent of a stagnant pond.

But the music wasn't coming from the game. It was coming from the hallway of Elias’s apartment.

"The download is complete, Elias. But the installation... that requires a soul."