"I can't hold the tempo anymore," Daniel whispered over the roar of the percussion. "To whoever finds the archive: you have to pick up the sticks. Don't let the silence start." The audio cut to a sudden, jarring stop.
Elias hesitated, then put on his headphones and pressed play. chopsdaniel.7z
The rhythm is off. I can hear the clicking in the walls again. It’s a syncopated beat, like a drummer who can’t find the downbeat. Elias frowned. He opened another file from a year later. "I can't hold the tempo anymore," Daniel whispered