Sophie froze, her hand hovering over the popcorn bowl. "Elias, did you write these?" "No," he whispered, leaning closer. "I just found them."

"I know," Elias replied. "I'm the one who uploaded the file."

"I didn't delete it," Sophie said, her voice cracking in the dark.

[Is it easier to watch their story, or finally tell yours?]

The lines began to blur. The subtitles started detailing the room around the characters, describing the exact vintage of the wine they were drinking—a bottle Elias and Sophie had on their own counter. Then, the text shifted from white to a faint, pulsing red.