Elias froze. He hadn't noticed the game’s installation size was 0 KB. It hadn't downloaded a game; it had opened a door. He turned around slowly. The smell of damp lace and old incense filled the room, and there, standing in the shadow of his bedroom door, was a flash of white silk.
The screen filled with the interior of a crumbling Victorian manor. Rain lashed against the tall windows, rendered in hyper-realistic detail. In the center of the foyer stood three women in tattered, antique wedding gowns. Their veils were thick, grayed by time, hiding their faces completely.
“Thank you for the invite,” a voice whispered, not from his speakers, but from the hallway behind him.
