He walked to his window. Outside, the city was dark, but as he looked toward the horizon, the first sliver of dawn began to break. The file hadn't been sent to steal his data; it was a nudge to stop staring at the screen and witness the world happening outside of it.
The screen filled with lines of poetry. Not the rhyming kind found in greeting cards, but a precise, rhythmic code. As he scrolled, he realized the "poem" was actually a set of coordinates followed by timestamps. 48.858844, 2.294351 | 12:30 PM 35.658581, 139.745433 | 07:45 PM Download File CA37F81676793ED5BF2FACAB72BACBC3E...
Temporary data from a browser or app (like Spotify or Chrome). He walked to his window