The screen didn't show the Crate Entertainment logo. It went pitch black. Then, a voice—raspy, like dry leaves skittering over a tombstone—whispered from his speakers: "Free... at last." The Infection

Marko realized too late that when you download Grim Dawn from the wrong places, you don't just play the game.

Green light, the sickly hue of Aether energy, began to leak from the edges of his monitor. It wasn't light; it was a mist, thick and smelling of ozone and rot. Marko tried to pull back, but his mouse hand was frozen, fused to the plastic.

He looked at his room. The walls were warping, turning into the crumbling stone of a Devil’s Crossing prison cell. The torrent hadn't just downloaded a game; it had opened a rift.

He hesitated. The fan in his PC began to whine, a high-pitched mechanical scream that sounded almost... organic. He clicked.