The search results were a digital minefield. Shady forums, websites with flashing neon banners claiming he was the millionth visitor, and a dozen download buttons that all looked like traps. He clicked one that seemed the least offensive.
But as he moved his mouse to save the image, he noticed something strange. In the background of his render, standing on the balcony of his digital building, was a figure that Elias had not placed there.
A new window popped up in the center of the screen, a simple notepad file. It typed itself out in real-time: