He's young, maybe 26. Wearing a faded hoodie, jeans, and wireframe glasses. He is translucent in a distinctly pixelated way—his edges aren't soft like the others; they break into tiny colored squares if he moves too fast. He is holding an empty mug that says sudo make me coffee .

Trevor, leaning against the fireplace, adjusts his invisible tie. "Sounds like a skill issue, Sam. I used to rip DVDs for my buddies in the Hamptons. It's just drag and drop."

"It's art !"

rm -rf /

Flower tries to hug Leo. Her arm goes through him, and she sighs. "You feel like a 240p YouTube video on a Nokia. It's… nostalgic."

The next hour is chaos. Leo shouts commands. Sam types frantically. Jay holds a flashlight for moral support.

"I'm a real ghost!" Leo protests. "I'm just… lossy. Compression artifacts. Happens when you die mid-render."