The game kept playing.

A new scene: Alex's own bedroom, rendered in low-poly N64 graphics, complete with his stack of retro magazines and the half-empty coffee cup from this morning. In-game text appeared:

The standard Silicon Knights logo glitched into static. Then silence. Then a voice — scratchy, ancient, as if recorded through a seashell held to the mouth of a corpse.

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