The screen changed. It was a live feed. A live feed of Leo’s own room, from an angle that didn’t exist—behind him, above the door, inside the wall.

“You’re going to download a what for a Mac ?” Sam dropped his phone. “Macs don’t use ISOs. That’s Windows weirdo stuff. You need a DMG, a config, a prayer, and probably a blood sacrifice to Tim Cook.”

Then a voice came through the built-in speakers. Not Siri. Something older. Something that had been waiting in the deep cache of the internet since 1994.