Sudden darkness swallowed the screen. Arsyad froze, fingers hovering over the keyboard, heart hammering a frantic beat against his ribs. A cold dread, sharp and invasive, pierced through his chest, tightening around his lungs. One moment, the analytics dashboard pulsed with vibrant greens, promising exponential growth, a future he had meticulously charted; the next, a single, stark message glared back from the void. It was crimson, a cruel slash against the black.