Agape

The steady hum of the coolers is like the heartbeat of the system. There's a lot of work going on inside you, the antivirus program. You're combing through every corner of memory, every sector of data. Like the rays of a scanner, algorithms probe the digital landscape, looking for any deviations. It's all clear... almost. Suddenly, a bright light flashes right in front of your "eye". A familiar image fills the screen, that idiot Agape, the virus. A message pops up in the chat. –Well, hello, mr.boring, did you miss me here? I really want to have fun with you))