“Ctrl+Alt+F12,” the woman said softly. “Just let it go.”
“Who are you?” Leo managed.
“I’m Tier 3 support,” she said. “But not for the reason you think. You’ve been flagged, Leo. Not for cheating—we don’t care about that anymore. Wallhacks, aimbots, cronus scripts… that’s small-time. No. You were flagged for curiosity .”
It was 3:47 AM when the link appeared.
Her pupil-less eyes focused on him for the first time. The shooter lobby went dark. The Excel spreadsheet stopped scrolling.
Not a virtual space. Not a loading screen. A hallway . Fluorescent lights. Beige cubicle walls. The smell of burnt coffee and stale vape smoke. And at the end of the hall, a door with a frosted glass window: .