Trusted Shops
But then the figure turned. Its face was a smooth, featureless mask—except for one detail: a live video feed of Leo’s own room, from the exact angle of his webcam, playing in slow motion on the mask’s surface. Leo froze. He looked at his webcam. Its light was off. It hadn’t been on all night.
“Too late,” Leo whispered. “It’s in my closet.”
Chat exploded. “Fake.” “Scripted.” “Is that a guy or a mannequin?”
