But that night, alone in his room, he checked his search history. Every single link to Unblocked Games 77 was gone. Replaced by a single, bookmarked page.
Leo stumbled back. The cursor blinked again. Then the entire screen went black.
They were all frozen too.
Panic sparked in Leo’s chest. He stood up, his chair scraping against the floor—a sound that felt deafening in the absolute stillness. He walked to the window. Outside, the parking lot was a tableau. A kid on a bike was tilted at a 45-degree angle, his scarf a rigid flag. A bird hung in the sky like a paper ornament.
Unblocked Games 77.
