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Suddenly, his speakers emitted a low, rhythmic thumping—the sound of a heartbeat, slow and heavy. He tried to close the file, but his mouse cursor began moving on its own, dragging a series of images out of the RAR archive and onto his desktop.

The file sat on Elias's desktop like a digital tombstone: . 55355.rar

He opened it. The document was blank, save for a single line of code that looked like a GPS coordinate, followed by a timestamp: Elias looked at his clock. It was 6:38 PM. He opened it

In the reflection of the monitor, he saw the door behind him slowly swing wide. In the reflection of the monitor, he saw

He didn't remember downloading it. It hadn't come from an email or a sketchy forum. It had simply appeared at 3:14 AM, the exact moment the power in his apartment flickered and died. When the monitor hummed back to life, there it was—no metadata, no source, and a file size that fluctuated every time he refreshed the folder.

They were photos of his own apartment. But in each one, the furniture was slightly shifted. In the third photo, his front door was open. In the fourth, a tall, blurred shadow stood in his hallway. He turned around. His hallway was empty.