And in the reflection of his pupil, he could see a figure standing directly behind his chair, leaning down to whisper.
The notification sat on Elias’s desktop like a digital landmine: .
Behind him, in the dark hallway of the photo, a pale, elongated hand was gripping the doorframe. Download File IMG_2434.rar
Elias froze. He didn't want to look back. He didn't want to see if the door was actually open. His mouse hovered over the folder one last time.
The photo was high-resolution, crystal clear. It showed his couch, his messy coffee table, and the half-eaten pizza box from dinner. His heart hammered against his ribs—the angle of the shot was from the corner of the ceiling, right behind him. And in the reflection of his pupil, he
He slowly turned his head to look at the corner. There was no camera. Only the peeling wallpaper.
The cold breath hit the back of his neck a second before the screen went black. Elias froze
He opened it. The new photo showed the back of his head, hunched over the glowing monitor. But in this shot, the door to his office—the door he always locked—was swinging open.