He clicked download.
He looked back at the monitor. The game had started. No menu. No settings. Just a dirt path leading into a rain-soaked valley, every tree bent eastward as if fleeing something. And the crows. Hundreds of them. Sitting on fence posts, on rooftops, on the antlers of a dead deer. They didn’t move. They just watched.
And if the crows start watching you through the screen…
