Mark sat back. The RGB on the mouse flickered — not randomly, but in a slow pulse, almost like a heartbeat.

She froze. "What?"

That night, after Elena hugged him (confused but happy), he plugged the mouse back into her PC. The software popped up one last message:

Mark never borrowed her mouse again. But he did buy his own Redragon the next day — and never quite trusted that it wasn’t quietly judging him, too.

He typed: Okay. Can you still help me remap the buttons?

Mark looked at the time: 6:47 PM. He yanked the mouse, unplugged it, and ran out the door.

Elena — no, Mark — swore under his breath. He’d only wanted to test the mouse before giving it back. The software was… alive? He typed: How do you know that?

The RGB flashed green once. Then the software menu appeared, perfectly functional, with all remapping options ready.