The only thing remaining was the log_file.txt now lying directly on his desktop. When he opened it again, the sentence had changed: Now, it is your turn to compress.
"Let's see what you are," he muttered, opening his command-line interface. SS12.7z
A chill ran down his spine. He looked at the 7z archive again, noticing for the first time that the creation date was tomorrow. As he reached for the mouse to close the file, the screen blinked. The SS12.7z file was gone. The only thing remaining was the log_file