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Elias felt the air in the room grow cold. He didn't turn around. Instead, he reached for the mouse, his fingers trembling, and clicked the next link that appeared: Part_2.rar .

He moved his cursor over the link. His common sense screamed to delete it, but his curiosity was a physical itch. He clicked. Elias felt the air in the room grow cold

The download was instantaneous. The file sat on his desktop, a tiny icon representing 400 gigabytes of data—far too large for a file that had downloaded in a split second. When he tried to extract the RAR, his computer didn’t ask for a password. Instead, his webcam light flickered on, turning a steady, eerie blue. He moved his cursor over the link

Elias froze. The video showed a room that was an exact replica of his own, down to the coffee stain on the rug and the stack of unread books on the nightstand. But in the video, the chair he was currently sitting in was empty. The download was instantaneous

Then, on the screen, the door to the room creaked open. A figure stepped in—it was Elias, wearing the same hoodie he had on now, looking exhausted. The "Screen Elias" sat down, looked directly into the camera, and typed something.

“Don't look behind you,” the text read. “Just keep downloading.”

A single window popped up. It wasn't a folder of documents or photos. It was a live stream.