It was a ghost of a file. No title, no metadata—just that specific, jagged file size.
Panic flared in his chest. He reached for the power button, but his hand froze. On the screen, a new line appeared: 02:15 - Elias wonders if he can delete me. It was a ghost of a file
14:02 - Elias drank a lukewarm coffee. 18:45 - Elias looked at a photo of his sister and didn't call. 02:14 - Elias opened the file. no metadata—just that specific