Yeah, that was definitely dread. Because Richie was having a whole lot of anxiety over the way the screen had freaked out --and for the fact that the dates listed on the save files were... not dates that had happened yet, and all the files seemed to have different lengths of play times.
I don't want to, he thought, not quite sullen, but something else, something on the verge of concern. But he picked up a controller anyway and clicked on the first file.
Which was, really, when he started to feel things go wrong. The light in the room faltered, the stained glass dulling bright and loud to dark red. The screen fritzed again, violent static, and Richie had to pinch at his nose, before the file screen pulled itself back up, like he'd never chosen anything to begin with.