"You wanted the game for free," the monitor hissed. "But every player has to pay the gatekeeper."
As the basement lights flickered and died, the only thing left was the glow of the screen, displaying a single, final line of text: download-evil-inside-goldberg
The screen began to melt. Pixelated tendrils reached out from the bezel, hooking into the wood of his desk. On the display, the Goldberg logo—a simple, stoic icon—began to twist. A mouth opened where there should have been none, and the eyes turned into hollow voids. "You wanted the game for free," the monitor hissed