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Elias froze. He looked at the monitor. In the game, the car had stopped. The figure was now leaning against the driver-side window, its face a blur of static. A text box popped up on the screen, mimicking the old rFactor chat interface:

The notification appeared on Elias’s desktop at 3:14 AM: . Archivo: rFactor.zip ...

He clicked it and found himself on a track he didn’t recognize. It was a perfect, photorealistic recreation of the street he lived on, rendered in eerie, midnight lighting. The car he was "driving" was a black silhouette with no interior. Elias froze

When the game launched, there was no intro music—just the low, rhythmic thrum of an idling engine that sounded uncomfortably like a human heart. The menu was stripped bare. No car selection, no track list. Only one option: . The figure was now leaning against the driver-side