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Elias didn't turn around. He just watched the screen, where the man in the reflection was now standing up and walking toward the edge of the frame, stepping out of the video and into the room.

The file labeled sat on the desktop of Elias’s workstation, a lone icon against a backdrop of deep space wallpaper. He didn’t remember downloading it, and the metadata was a mess of null characters and corrupted dates. When he finally clicked "Play," there was no sound. g391.mp4

The reflected face wasn't human. It was a smooth, porcelain-like surface where features should be, save for two pinpricks of violet light. It stared directly into the camera—or perhaps, directly at Elias. Elias didn't turn around

The man himself hadn't moved an inch, but in the reflection, he had turned around. He didn’t remember downloading it, and the metadata