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Behind him, in the absolute quiet of the locked studio, Elias heard the soft, unmistakable sound of a floorboard creaking directly at his back. If you would like to continue this thriller, let me know: Should Elias or confront the presence ?

The glowing blue progress bar on the dashboard ticked from 99% to 100%. A chime echoed through the empty editing bay. Elias leaned forward, his eyes bloodshot from a thirty-hour shift, and clicked the flashing prompt: . Download File INTRO-HD.NET-tutorial-chanel-prom...

Heart hammering against his ribs, Elias clicked the next image in the sequence. Behind him, in the absolute quiet of the

Frowning, Elias opened the subfolder. Inside was a sequence of high-definition JPEG images. He clicked the first one. It was a screenshot of his own desktop. A chime echoed through the empty editing bay

He froze. He looked at the bottom right corner of the image. The date and time displayed in the screenshot were from exactly ten minutes ago. He could see the open browser tabs he had used to find the file, and even the Spotify playlist he was currently listening to.

This photo wasn't taken from his webcam. It was taken from the dark hallway just outside his editing bay, looking through the cracked open door. In the center of the frame was the back of Elias’s head as he sat at his desk. But that wasn't what made his blood run cold.

This one was a photo taken from the webcam of his laptop. It showed him sitting in his chair, hunched over, illuminated by the cold blue glow of the monitor. He looked exhausted, desperate, and completely unaware that he was being watched.