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Elias felt a cold prickle of unease. There was something wrong with the man's movement. It wasn't smooth. Every few seconds, his body would jitter, a frame dropping or repeating, making his posture snap violently from one position to another. It wasn't a buffering issue; it was baked into the video itself.

Elias sat in the dark silence of his apartment, the blue light of the desktop reflecting in his wide eyes. He sat there for a long time, listening to the rhythm of his own breathing. g7031.mp4

It was a fixed-camera shot, high up, looking down at a narrow, cobblestone alleyway. The lighting was poor—cast in the sickly, amber glow of a sodium-vapor streetlamp. The timestamp in the bottom right corner was digital but glitching, rapidly cycling through dates in the late 1990s and early 2000s, unable to settle on a reality. Elias felt a cold prickle of unease