Alex opened the file. Instead of the familiar EA Sports logo, a command prompt window sprinted through lines of red code. His wallpaper turned pitch black. Suddenly, his webcam’s small green light clicked on, staring at him like an unblinking eye.
For a college student living on instant noodles, the seventy-dollar price tag of the official game felt like a mountain he couldn't climb. He just wanted to lead Leeds United to a Champions League title. The download button, a garish shade of lime green, seemed to pulse with promise. He clicked. Alex opened the file
A text file popped up on his screen: “Thanks for the product key, Alex. We’ll take the bank details instead.” a garish shade of lime green