A man in a grey hoodie, sitting on her couch. Her real couch. He was holding a controller, looking up at her TV—which, through the avatar's eyes, was displaying a frozen image of her face, captured from her own PS4 camera.
Then she saw him.
Tonight, she was deep in The Last of Us Part II , crouching through a rain-soaked Seattle alley, when the Wi-Fi stuttered.
Somewhere in the dark hallway, a floorboard creaked—not from the TV, but from reality.
The screen pixelated into a kaleidoscope of magenta and green blocks. Then, a message she’d never seen before:
