Algrim grabbed Leo’s roommate’s replica Mjolnir (a foam prop) and crushed it like dry bread. "Where is the Aether?" the Elf whispered.
His phone rebooted. The Thor game was gone. So were all his photos, contacts, and notes. The only thing left was a single new file: README_2.txt
A gauntleted hand pushed through. Then a helmet of obsidian. Algrim the Strong, a Dark Elf brute, stepped into Leo’s dorm room, silent as a tomb.
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