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Suddenly, the figure turned. It had no face, only a smooth, reflective surface where features should be. Elias saw his own reflection in that digital mask—not the Elias sitting at the desk now, but an Elias from years ago, younger and unburdened.

The "heartbeat" sound spiked, becoming a deafening screech of static. The figure raised a hand and pointed directly at the camera.

Elias hadn’t requested it. He didn’t even recognize the server ID it was pulling from—a string of nonsensical alphanumeric characters that seemed to bypass his firewall like it wasn’t even there. He hovered his cursor over the cancel button, but curiosity, that old, dangerous itch, stayed his hand.

On the screen, the figure in his living room began to move, stepping toward the camera—toward the screen—with a fluid, terrifying grace.

A text box flickered onto the screen, overlaying the video: “The backup is complete.”

The video didn’t open in a standard media player. Instead, the entire screen bled into a grainy, high-contrast black and white. There was no sound at first—just the heavy, rhythmic thrum of what sounded like a mechanical heart.

The camera was fixed, positioned at a low angle in a room Elias recognized instantly. It was his own living room, seen from the corner behind the bookshelf. But the furniture was gone. The walls were stripped to the studs.

Elias reached for the power button, but his fingers went numb. He looked down and saw his hands were beginning to pixelate, turning into the same grainy, high-contrast grey as the video.