He sat down at 8:47 AM, coffee in hand. Win+Ctrl+Right. Nothing. The screen flickered, but Screen 2 was a ghost. Empty. No novel. No Berlin flights. Just a grey void with a single, blinking cursor.
But the cursor just blinked. Patient. Merciless.
The screen didn't switch. Instead, a message appeared in plain white text on the black void: Leo stared. His reflection stared back, pale and small in the monitor's bezel.