Joren blinked. He clicked the wrong one.
On his screen, a translucent grey box hovered like a curse: Skyrim Stuck On Creating Quick Account
The cart jolted. Ralof’s head snapped toward the camera, his eyes now two perfect, bottomless voids. The horse thief opened his mouth, and instead of his usual panicked muttering, a deep, harmonized voice boomed from Joren’s speakers—a voice made of a thousand corrupted audio files stitched together. Joren blinked
Not a crash flicker—a purposeful one. The grey box juddered, and new text crawled across it, one letter at a time, like a malevolent typewriter: his eyes now two perfect