In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw himself sitting alone. But on the webcam feed—the digital "truth" being broadcast to the dark web—a tall, spindly figure was standing directly behind his chair, its long fingers inches from his neck. Here comes the cliffhanger.
Tonight, the chat box—a ghostly overlay appearing directly on his desktop—was moving faster than usual. [S1E3] Webcam
He had tried everything: unplugging the USB, covering the lens with tape, even reinstalling the OS. But every time the clock hit 3:00 AM, the tape would be peeled back by an unseen hand, or the internal camera on his "unconnected" laptop would override the system. In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw