Instead, the script gave him a waypoint to a nondescript alleyway. There, he found an NPC—not a generic GTA model, but a character with a face so detailed it looked like a scanned photograph. The NPC didn't speak through a text box; it whispered through the positional audio. "You're late," the NPC said. "The mess is in the basement."
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Panicked, Marcus pulled the plug on his machine. The screen went black. But as he sat in the dark of his room, the cooling fans on his PC didn't stop. They got louder, screaming at a high pitch. Instead, the script gave him a waypoint to