The archive was complete. And Elias was no longer the one holding the mouse.

Suddenly, his monitor flickered. A command prompt opened itself, and text began to scroll at a nauseating speed.

As the RAR file began to self-extract, combining the fragments he didn't even know he had hidden in his system, the screen went pitch black. In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw his own face, but his eyes were replaced by the same scrolling green text of the command prompt.

He spent three days running a header analysis. As the progress bar crawled, he fixated on the numbers. 2906 . June 29th? A date? Or perhaps a coordinate?

PART 01: LOCATED (IP: 192.168.1.14) PART 02: LOCATED (IP: 192.168.1.14) PART 03: LOCATED (IP: 192.168.1.14) PART 04: LOCATED (IP: 192.168.1.14) Elias froze. That was his IP address.

When he got home and plugged it in, his antivirus screamed, but he bypassed it. The drive contained only one file: Hagme2906.part05.rar .

He hadn't found the fifth part. The fifth part had found the rest of them. He realized then that "Hagme" wasn't a name or a code. It was a distorted plea: Have Me .

Elias didn’t find the file on the dark web or a hidden server. He found it on an old, sun-bleached USB drive taped to the underside of a park bench in Berlin. It was labeled with a single, handwritten word: Hagme .