The "HackMe" file wasn't a program at all. It was an invitation to a game he was already playing, whether he liked it or not.
Elias froze. The cafe was empty, the owner asleep at the front desk. But when he looked back at the screen, the IP address of the cafe's router was displayed, along with a countdown timer and a set of coordinates.
“You didn’t just download a tool, Elias. You passed the first layer of the interview. Now, look behind you.”