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He pressed forward. The game world began to twist—not in the scripted way of a puzzle game, but organically, as if it were responding to him. Corridors rearranged themselves behind his back. Save points corrupted into static. And everywhere, the violet portals multiplied, each one showing not another game level, but grainy footage of a room.

Panic flared in Aarav's chest. He reached for the power button on his PC tower, intent on cutting the hard line to the internet. But before his finger could make contact, the feed on the screen changed.