Elias froze. He didn't look up. Instead, he opened the image file. It was a photograph of his own apartment building, taken from the street level. In the third-floor window—his window—a figure stood behind him.
Elias finally looked at the window to his left. The glass was dark, reflecting only his pale face and the monitors behind him. But as he watched, a small, glowing cursor appeared on the glass itself. It began to type, etching letters into the condensation of his breath. BD20210011.7z
The figure in the photo wasn't a person. It was a shimmering distortion, a glitch in the reality of the lens. Elias froze