But the page had one new line, written in tiny, gray text at the very bottom:

Leo stared at Elder Kael, who was now calmly sweeping his shop floor, humming an 8-bit tune.

He had a choice. Rip the server cord, lose everything, and hope the ghost didn't follow him… or keep the game running and become a caretaker for something he never meant to create.

Leo closed the script editor. He opened the original Pastebin URL.