The unnamed girl turned. The blur resolved for one frame—Karin saw her own face, aged ten years, hollow-eyed, smiling with too many teeth.
Then the laptop screen went white. The fan screamed. The repack deleted itself file by file, the hard drive grinding.
[REPACK STATUS: OPEN]
She never played a gacha game again. But sometimes, late at night, she hears the sound of a volleyball hitting wet sand—right outside her window, even though she lives on the fourteenth floor.