I didn’t reply. I just changed the password, logged out, and left the terminal on—so prtgadmin could keep watching over the dark hours I wasn't there.
The server room hummed at 3:00 AM, a low electric lullaby. On the monitor, the PRTG interface glowed like a dying star—every sensor red, every probe silent. The network was gone. prtgadmin
"Welcome back," the system whispered in green monospace. I didn’t reply