It was a fixed-angle shot of a hallway Elias recognized instantly: the basement of the very archives building where he sat. The timestamp at the bottom read —today’s date—but the time was set ten minutes into the future.
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
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. It was a fixed-angle shot of a hallway
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. It was the sound of the elevator reaching his floor