He typed into a sketchy forum search bar:

Leo stared at the blinking cursor on his old laptop. It was 2 AM, and nostalgia had hit him like a brick. He missed the neon-pink sunsets, the synthwave radio, and the feeling of stealing a Cheetah while "Billie Jean" played.

Leo shrugged. “Antivirus is for cops,” he muttered.

“You didn’t pay for me in 2002. Now you’ll pay with time.”

He never touched abandonware again. If a game is legendary, pay for it. Or at least don’t download suspicious .7z files from forums with skull GIFs.