Elias sat in the silence of the server room, his heart hammering against his ribs. He moved his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The monitor remained dark, reflecting his own pale face.
The video was grainy, shot through a lens coated in dust. It showed a small, windowless room with a single wooden chair in the center. For the first thirty seconds, nothing happened. The only sound was the faint, rhythmic scratching of something metallic against stone. privat5.mp4
Elias looked at the reflection in the monitor. Behind his shoulder, in the dark corner of the server room, a shadow was beginning to crawl across the floor. Elias sat in the silence of the server
"It is recorded," the man whispered. The audio was suddenly, impossibly clear, as if he were standing right behind Elias. The video was grainy, shot through a lens coated in dust