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Heart hammering, he scrolled down. The images became more abstract—distorted faces that looked like melting wax, strings of binary code that seemed to pulse, and audio files that played nothing but the sound of heavy, rhythmic breathing.

He tried to delete the folder, but the system hissed back: File in use by "The Guest." 350.rar

He didn't turn around. He didn't have to. The computer speakers crackled to life, and a synthesized voice whispered the size of the next file: "351.rar is coming for the rest of you." Heart hammering, he scrolled down

A folder appeared. Elias opened it, expecting a virus or a prank. Instead, he found thousands of JPEGs. He clicked the first one. It was a grainy photo of his own hallway, taken from the perspective of the front door. The timestamp at the bottom was from five minutes ago. He didn't have to