The response was instant: Šī nav spēle. (This is not a game.)
The reflection wasn't of a game character. It was Janis. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the monitor, but the background behind him in the reflection wasn't his room—it was the dark, towering pines of the forest. A branch snapped loudly behind him, in his actual room. MeЕѕs LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li
He reached for the power button on his PC, but his fingers felt like lead. The screen flickered, and the text box appeared one last time, the letters bleeding into the darkness: The response was instant: Šī nav spēle
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