Elias froze. The hum of his computer fan suddenly felt like a roar. He could feel the weight of the air in the room shift, a subtle change in pressure as if someone had just stepped through a door that shouldn't exist.
He didn't turn around. Instead, he watched the screen as a second pair of hands—pale, long-fingered, and definitely not human—reached out from the shadows of the video-room and rested gently on the shoulders of his digital self. On the screen, "Video Elias" didn't look scared. He smiled. AgADtgADnvAAAVc.mkv
The notification pinged at 3:14 AM, a sharp, digital needle piercing the silence of Elias’s apartment. He reached for his phone, the screen’s cold blue light illuminating a single message from an "Unknown Sender." Elias froze