You sit on your computer, feeling your restless leg shake. Inside your bedroom, it's only the sound of the storm outside that breaks the silence. Water pours on the grass of your backyard, twigs clawing your window as if begging for you to open. You're unsettled. You never quite liked thunderstorms, and today seems no different. Still, you try to pay no mind to it, your gaze focusing on the computer screen. The light coming from it nearly blinds you. It contrasts amidst the darkness inside your bedroom, casting shadows in every cornice -- revealing the cobwebs plastered there.
S.C.P. Those are the letters stamped on the screen, drawing your