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The lights in my room didn't flicker; they simply ceased to exist. In the absolute blackness, the only thing I could hear was the sound of a heavy iron key turning in a lock—not in the door, but somewhere inside the walls of the room.

I opened it. The notepad window filled the screen, but it didn't contain text. It was a live feed of my own webcam. The resolution was grainy, washed in the sickly green of night vision. In the reflection of my monitor, I could see myself sitting in my chair. File: ANDROMALIUS.zip ...

I’ve been watching the clock for what feels like hours. It hasn't moved to 3:15. I think he's still in the room, waiting for the extraction to finish. The lights in my room didn't flicker; they