What would you like the folder to reveal in the next chapter?

Elias hesitated. His mouse hovered over . The air in the room felt heavy, static-charged. If the first three were the present, the past, and the mind, what was the fourth? He double-clicked.

A single window popped up. It wasn't a file. It was a live feed of a dark room. In the center of the frame sat a computer monitor, and on that monitor was a folder labeled .

He opened . It was a high-resolution photo of his own desk, taken from the perspective of his webcam, dated five minutes into the future. In the photo, Elias was leaning back, looking terrified. He instinctively leaned back.