She froze. In the photo, she was leaning toward the keyboard, finger extended toward the Printscreen button. But there was something else. Over her shoulder, barely visible in the corner of the frame, stood a figure. Tall. Too tall. Featureless.
She turned around. Her office was empty. printscreen button on laptop
"Stupid thing," she muttered, and then remembered the key. Her laptop manufacturer, in its infinite wisdom, had decided that Printscreen was a secondary function. So she held down Fn , tapped PrtSc , and waited. She froze