The screen stayed black for exactly eleven seconds. Then, a grainy, high-angle shot flickered into view. It was a small, cluttered apartment—his apartment. He saw himself sitting at the very desk he was at now, bathed in the blue glow of the monitor.

In the real world, Elias felt his heart hammer against his ribs. He turned around, expecting to see a tripod or a hidden lens tucked into the bookshelf behind him. Nothing. Just dusty novels and a dead spider.

The video ended. The file disappeared from the folder. The screen went black, leaving Elias in total darkness, save for the faint, rhythmic sound of heavy breathing right against the nape of his neck. The archive was complete.

The Elias on screen looked up, staring directly into the camera lens with a look of pure, paralyzing terror.

Elias tried to close the window. The "X" vanished. He tried to pull the power cord from the wall, but his hand stopped inches away, locked by a sudden, localized paralysis.