He scrolled frantically. There he was at the coffee shop this morning. There he was sleeping in his chair two nights ago. The last image in the folder was dated today, three minutes ago. It showed the back of his head, hunched over his monitor, staring at the very screen he was looking at now. Elias froze. He didn't turn around. He didn't have to.
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The drive whirred, a frantic mechanical heartbeat in the quiet of his apartment. Suddenly, the bar snapped to 100%. The "Download Complete" notification felt like a gunshot in the silence. He scrolled frantically