He scrolled randomly, his eyes glazing over, until he hit the very bottom. The counter on his text editor didn't stop at 600,000. There was one extra line.

The hum of his cooling fan suddenly felt like a scream. Elias didn't turn around. He didn't have to. On his screen, a new line of text began to type itself into the document, character by character:

That subject line sounds like it belongs to a massive "combi-list" or a database of gaming accounts, likely from the darker corners of the internet where people trade credentials for things like Minecraft, Fortnite, or streaming services.