Leo should have run. He should have unplugged the router. Instead, curiosity—that dangerous, story-loving part of his brain—leaned forward. He touched the spinning vortex with one finger.
A long hallway appeared, lined with doors. Each door had a probability written on it: 1/3, 0.25, 75%. Behind one door was the exit. Behind the others, a pit of negative integers. sparxmatgs
The usual SparxMaths homepage was gone.
Frustration boiled over. He slammed the laptop lid shut. The room went dark. But not completely. The blue glow bled through the seams of the laptop, seeping into the corners of his room like a liquid ghost. Then, the screen flickered on by itself. Leo should have run