You type: "I’m fine."
You look at your own hand. The black line under the nail pulses once.
You raise your finger.
Its finger points at you.
The first game is simple. A black screen. A white hand appears, index finger extended. Your webcam turns on—no permission asked, but you don’t notice until later. Forefinger Game Collection -v1.0- -Forefinger-
The games change. Point at a secret. Point at a wound. Point at something coming. Each time, your finger moves before your mind consents. The white hand on screen mirrors you now—when you raise your hand, it raises its own. When you hesitate, the index finger curls slightly, as if beckoning.
You try to close the laptop. It doesn't close. Your reflected finger curls, then extends—slowly, deliberately—toward your chest. You type: "I’m fine
The screen goes black.
You close the laptop. That night, you dream of a faceless figure counting down on its fingers. You wake with your left index finger sore, as if you’ve been pointing at something for hours. Its finger points at you