The reflection wasn't of a game character. It was Janis. He was sitting in his chair, staring at the monitor, but the background behind him in the reflection wasn't his room—it was the dark, towering pines of the forest. A branch snapped loudly behind him, in his actual room.
At that moment, the temperature in his room plummeted. He could see his breath frosting in the air. On the screen, the character stopped moving. The camera slowly panned around, but Janis wasn't touching the mouse. It turned until it was looking directly at a reflection in a dark puddle on the forest floor. MeЕѕs LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li
Tagad tu esi daļa no meža. (Now you are part of the forest.) The reflection wasn't of a game character