Panic surged, but when he turned around, the room was empty. He looked back at the monitor. In the video, a hand—long, translucent, and shimmering with data-rot—was reaching out from the edge of the frame toward his shoulder. He felt a cold pressure on his skin.
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The progress bar didn’t move from left to right; it bled from the center outward, turning his monitor a bruised shade of violet. As the file hit 100%, his cooling fans screamed and then went silent. The room felt suddenly, impossibly cold. Panic surged, but when he turned around, the room was empty