The CAM-rip started playing. The audio was out of sync, the picture was tilted, and someone coughed loudly in the background. Rohan watched it, not because he wanted to, but because he was too terrified to close the laptop.

Rohan felt his blood turn cold.

“Come on, you piece of junk,” he muttered, tapping the table.

“You did. Torrent site ‘FilmzillaVIP.’ You ignored the twelve pop-up ads and the warning about your antivirus expiring. Very careless.”

Rohan laughed nervously. “Okay, Siri. Very funny. Who put you on my laptop?”