> YOU ARE NOT LEO GRANT.
Leo’s hands shook as he reached for the power cord. But the keyboard clattered on its own. New text typed itself in rapid fire:
Sam took a step back. "Leo, what is that?"
Downloading...
Leo laughed nervously. "Haha, very funny. Some script kiddie’s prank."
Then his webcam light flickered on. A green, sickly glow.
And on the desktop, a new file appeared: