"We are trapped in the download," the character continued, his voice cracking. "Every time someone clicks 'Free Download,' we have to live it again. The heartbreak, the rejection, the loneliness. We are the ghosts of a franchise that didn't know when to quit."

One of the men turned around. It was Naren, or at least a man who looked exactly like him. He stared directly into the lens, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Stop looking for the sequel, Sameer," the man whispered.