familiar scene felt like a nightmare I couldn't escape. In m

prompted, his brows

n, my own voice sounding distant. "He had u

his head. His body began to twitch, a low, distorted groan escap

man' s voice. "Dad... Mom... why did you delete my custom game world? It was my creation.

he shakily got to his feet, dusting off his designer jacket as i

needed to say. I couldn't control it. He broke through. Resolve his digit

y forehead. I rememb

d? We... we did delete it after he passed. We couldn't be

, you said you needed to access our son's cloud data for a full analysis. You said it was

gital shaman. His methods are genuine, just different from Ethan's. He has a unique digital intuition that

ncing. "Normally, you would need deep data dives and complex rituals. But your son just passed away. His connection

vious life, Sarah had insisted on bringing Kevin along to "learn" from me. I had initially refused, bu

omise w

st. I, with my talk of data forensics and server acce

plex tools or permissions. He could just walk into a smart home, do his little possession act, and "discern" the issue. He alw

tal charlatan." He was hail

digital ether. He was a fraud. I tried to prove it, to show people the science and skill behind my work, but

evin, who had "assisted," vanished without a trace. I was the one left to take the fall. Before they killed me, I saw the altered network logs i

d to the expensive "fraud" when the cheap "shaman" was so beloved. My disgruntled former clients, fu

t this

e the truth. I would tear down his car