Her laptop pinged.
"Ugh, what now?" she muttered, dragging herself over like she hadn't just seen a cursed-ass shadow demon eat her brother on cam. She opened the lid, expecting spam, a virus, or maybe one of Cedric's old "tickin' time Ced Bombs"—those scheduled video links he loved to send just to ruin her day. Dude had made it an art form. She braced for a cringey clip of him showing off a new hacking trick or maybe him deep-faking their principal singing Despacito in opera voice again.
But when she clicked the link, it wasn't cringe. It wasn't funny.
It was—
Boom.
The screen lit up with chaos.
