I've never felt smarter than playing this nostalgic horror puzzler that has me changing file types on a '90s computer to solve mysteries

I can think of nothing I would hate more than for someone to go rummaging through my PC once I've popped my clogs.

Not that there's anything particularly incriminating lurking within years of accumulated files, but there's something that feels weirdly private about this hulking setup that takes up half of my tiny apartment, you know? Memes I thought were funny five years ago (they definitely weren't). Or, if you somehow managed to get your hands on the laptop I had as a teen, dozens of utterly...