His character stopped moving. In the game chat, a message appeared under his name, though he hadn't typed it:
His character began to move with mechanical, terrifying precision. Snap. A headshot from across the map with a P250. Snap. A knife kill through a wall. The kill feed turned into a scrolling wall of Leo’s username. (NOU) CEL MAI BUN Script GUI ROBLOX Arsenal **K...
Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He clicked it. The window opened to a live feed of his own room, taken from his webcam, but rendered in the blocky, low-poly style of Roblox. There he was, sitting at his desk, staring at the screen with wide, terrified eyes. Behind his low-poly self in the video, a shadow moved. His character stopped moving
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