The video-Elias pointed a finger toward the speakers. A low, distorted hum began to vibrate through the desk. It wasn't noise; it was a voice, compressed and digital, whispering a sequence of numbers. "3... 7... 9..."
Elias felt the air in the room grow heavy. His mouse hovered over the ‘X’ to close the window, but his finger wouldn’t move. On the screen, a shadow began to stretch across the floor of the recorded room—a shadow that didn't belong to any furniture. 379 mp4
The screen didn't show a video. Instead, it showed a live feed of his own room, filmed from the corner of the ceiling. In the video, Elias was sitting at his desk, exactly as he was now, staring at the screen. The video-Elias pointed a finger toward the speakers
He froze. In the video, the "on-screen Elias" slowly turned his head toward the camera. He didn't look scared; he looked expectant. He held up a handwritten sign that read: “Don’t look behind you yet. Keep watching the file.” His mouse hovered over the ‘X’ to close
As the last digit echoed, the video feed cut to black. The file size, which had been several gigabytes, instantly dropped to 0 KB.