Elias tried to reach for the power button, but his hand wouldn't move. He felt a strange, magnetic pull toward the monitor. The pixels on the screen began to swirl, breaking away from the glass like digital dust, floating into the air of his room. The smell of old stone and ozone filled the air.
Elias didn't run. He couldn't. He watched as his own hands began to square off, his skin turning into a palette of sixteen distinct shades of tan and brown. He felt the weight of a leather whip manifest in his grip. CASTLVNIA-AC-NSwTcH-[BASE]-NSP-Ziperto.rar
The screen was a deep, bruised purple. The classic Castlevania title screen music began to play, but it was slowed down, distorted, as if the organist was dying mid-performance. The pixelated gates of Dracula’s castle stood tall, but the sprites were moving. They weren't looping; they were looking at him. Elias tried to reach for the power button,
As the heavy iron gates of the pixelated castle creaked open, a final message scrolled across his vision, clear as a system notification: The smell of old stone and ozone filled the air