Arthur didn't close the laptop. He didn't run. He simply sat there, listening to the silence between the keys, waiting to see if he would stay still, too.
Arthur leaned back. He looked at his mechanical keyboard, then at the empty room. He typed: SILENCE . The progress bar flickered and filled. SSNitSS-009.7z
In the very corner of the eighth photo, reflected in the window of a parked car, was the photographer. They weren't holding a camera. They were standing perfectly still, their arms at their sides, looking up at the "hole" in the sky. Behind them, a second figure stood—tall, thin, and impossibly pale. Arthur didn't close the laptop