Arthur tried to Alt+F4. The screen stayed. He tried to unplug his monitor, but the image of his room remained burned into the pixels, glowing with an impossible light. In the game, a chef’s hand—controlled by no one—picked up the virtual knife.
It wasn't an NPC. A window on the kitchen wall—a virtual mirror—flickered to life. It didn't show a character; it showed a live feed of Arthur sitting in his own darkened room, viewed from the perspective of his own webcam. Recipe for Disaster Free Download (v1.0)
On Arthur’s physical desk, he felt a cold, metallic weight settle against his palm. He looked down. He wasn't holding his mouse anymore. Arthur tried to Alt+F4