You raise your finger.

The first game is simple. A black screen. A white hand appears, index finger extended. Your webcam turns on—no permission asked, but you don’t notice until later.

You look at your own hand. The black line under the nail pulses once.

Good, it says. Now it knows where you hurt.

And someone new sits down.

You try to close the laptop. It doesn't close. Your reflected finger curls, then extends—slowly, deliberately—toward your chest.

The finger taps the screen once. Wrong, it writes. But kind. Try again tomorrow.

The finger points at you. A text box appears: "Lie to me."