The last thing she saw before the lights died was the teleprompter, scrolling on its own:
They are already inside. Not in the walls. In the wires. If you read this, you are already one of them. impact font bold italic
In the control room, Jenna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. She’d written the alert herself, but seeing it live— giant, black, undeniable —made her stomach drop. The font didn’t ask. It demanded . The last thing she saw before the lights
Jenna slammed her palm on the console. “Cut the feed!” but seeing it live— giant
Below the fold , the italics began to whisper.
It was smiling.