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He tried to close the tab. Nothing. Ctrl+Alt+Del? Frozen.

The screen split into nine grainy CCTV feeds. Each showed a dimly lit room. In each room, a person sat before a computer—exactly like him. In the corner of each feed, a counter ticked down from 30 seconds.

Rohan smirked. “Clickbait,” he muttered, but clicked anyway.

Rohan’s heart hammered. “Chosen for what?”