Marco reached for the controller. Nothing. The console’s green power LED faded to black. The hard drive clicked. Through the TV speakers came a low, distorted hum — then a voice, robotic, layered under a Rabbid scream:
The screen split into nine tiles. Each showed Marco’s living room from different angles — ceiling cam, laptop cam, the reflection in his TV. His own face in the bottom-right tile, confused, leaning toward the screen. Rabbids Alive and Kicking -Jtag RGH-
For ten seconds.