Somewhere in the dark hallway, a floorboard creaked—not from the TV, but from reality.
Then she saw him.
She was controlling a character she’d never created. A faceless avatar in a dark, untextured room. The only item in the inventory was a single, flickering icon: ps4 link
The man smiled. "Remote Play is a two-way street, sweetheart. You’ve been broadcasting your home IP to the same PSN lobby for 1,247 days. I didn't hack you. I just… walked in." Somewhere in the dark hallway, a floorboard creaked—not