He typed it out like a ritual:

The digital clock on the corner of Arjun’s laptop glowed 2:14 AM. The rest of the hostel was silent, save for the rhythmic hum of a nearby cooling fan. He rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the search bar, his fingers hovering over the keys.

The search results were a minefield. He bypassed the flashy "Click Here" buttons that screamed in neon green and ignored the pop-ups claiming his laptop had seventeen viruses. Experience had taught him that the real link was always the smallest, plainest text at the bottom of the page.