She didn't look like a hero. She looked exhausted, her armor dented and stained with digital grime. She pointed a humming energy blade at Leo’s throat.

"The crisis has breached the firewall," she said, her voice sounding like a harmony of synthesized chords. "You invited us in. Now, you’re the only strategist left to help us hold the line."

His browser didn't redirect him to a file host. Instead, a terminal window popped up on his desktop, lines of crimson code scrolling faster than he could read. His cooling fans began to whine, spinning up to a high-pitched scream. Just as he reached for the power cable, the screen went pitch black.

Leo knew the risks. He knew about the miners, the trojans, and the ransomware that lurked in the corners of the web. But the desire to see the game’s legendary combat animations won out. He clicked the link.