Leo spun in his chair. Standing in the corner of his room, leaning against the closet door, was a figure. Silver glove. Fedora tilted low. But the face—it was Michael Jackson, yet not. His eyes were white moons, and his skin shimmered like liquid mercury.

“One more try,” Leo whispered.

“You are not downloading the invincible. You are inviting it.”

Before Leo could scream, the figure dissolved into static. The computer screen rebooted. A new folder appeared on the desktop:

The first trial came the next morning. At school, three bullies cornered him by the lockers. Leo’s heart hammered—then his feet moved on their own. A spin. A toe-stand. A crotch-grab he didn’t intend. The bullies froze, then burst into flawless choreography behind him, helpless to stop. When the song ended (it was “Unbreakable”), they bowed and walked away weeping.