Elias laughed, impressed by the mod's detail, until he looked out his window. Down on the street, bathed in the sickly yellow of a flickering streetlamp, stood a man. He was wearing a trench coat, holding a phone, and looking directly up at Elias’s second-story window.
Target detected, the phone whispered in a voice far too clear for a mobile speaker.
When he opened the app, the interface was different. The usual vibrant red menu was now a cold, sterile silver. There were no missions listed, only a single objective blinking at the center of the screen:
Elias's phone vibrated violently. A new notification appeared, but it wasn't a game alert. It was a photo—a grainy, high-angle shot of Elias sitting at his desk, taken from the perspective of his own laptop camera.