Tears blurred Kai’s vision. “I miss you, man.”
The “Ultimate Private Server” was their vanity project—a ridiculous, overpowered machine Leo built to host a modded version of their favorite ghost hunting game. They’d spend weekends “investigating” procedurally generated haunted mansions, screaming at jump scares. It was their sanctuary.
A wet laugh escaped Kai. Then dread crept in. “You said ‘don’t let them wipe the server.’ Who’s ‘them’?”