A cold draft slid under his door. He tried to close the app. The screen frosted over. His phone grew heavy in his hand—dense, like a brick of cold iron.
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“What?” Rohan muttered.
The message on screen read:
Then the game’s announcer spoke, slow and grinning:
“Substitution… Rohan out. Ghost AI in.” A cold draft slid under his door
There, on the virtual pitch, a player with Rohan’s face—but hollow eyes—scored an own goal. Then clapped.