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In the video, the elevator doors at the end of the hall creaked open. A man stepped out. He looked exhausted, wearing the same coffee-stained sweater Elias was wearing right now. The "Video-Elias" walked toward the camera, his eyes wide with a frantic, glazed look. He stopped just inches from the lens, his breath fogging the glass.

A soft ding echoed through the empty building. It was the sound of the elevator reaching his floor. Elias stared at the dark reflection of his screen, his hands trembling. He knew he shouldn't look, but the instinct was a physical pull. DIC-094-MR.mp4

Behind him, the air grew unnaturally cold, smelling of ozone and ancient dust. He felt a weight, like a heavy cloak, begin to settle onto his shoulders. In the video, the elevator doors at the

The real Elias froze. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. The video continued to play. Behind the "Video-Elias," a shadow began to detach itself from the dark corners of the ceiling. It didn't have a shape so much as it was a hole in the light—a shifting, jagged void. The "Video-Elias" walked toward the camera, his eyes