When he looked back at the screen, the video was still playing. Now it showed a close-up of his own face, asleep at the desk. A pale hand, nails painted chipped black, reached from the darkness and rested on his shoulder. The hand tightened.
The final text appeared on every screen, before the stream cut to a looping, silent shot of the empty basement chair: hdmovie. 2
Leo slammed the laptop shut.