: Clicking the right mouse button didn't bring up a flashlight. Instead, it emitted a faint, sickly green glow that only illuminated about two feet in front of my character.

I navigated the maze of corridors by hugging the wall. My green glow brushed against a storage locker in a room that smelled—even through my imagination—of ozone and copper.

The screen went black. The fans died. Total silence filled my room.

On the screen, a lone Imp stepped out of the shadows. It didn't lunge at me. It didn't throw a fireball. It just stood there, staring directly into the camera. Its face wasn't a rendered texture; it looked like a heavily compressed, low-resolution JPEG of a human face with the eyes gouged out.

I was standing in a corridor. It looked like the Delta Labs, but there were no lights. In the retail game, Doom 3 was famous for its pitch-black shadows, but this was different. The darkness felt dense, almost physical.

Instead of a voice actor reading a script about teleportation accidents, my own speakers crackled. A distorted, digital voice read out my actual, physical home address. It read out the current time. Then it said, "The door is unlocked." ⚠️ The Corruption