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Inside were twelve video files, each dated November 30, 2021.

He opened the first one. It wasn't stock footage. It was a high-definition, static shot of an empty hallway in what looked like a brutalist concrete building. No sound. No movement. For ten minutes, nothing happened. Then, a black Doberman walked slowly across the frame, looked directly into the camera with glowing, amber eyes, and barked once. The audio didn't sound like a dog; it sounded like a human throat trying to mimic one. Doberman_Studio_Collection_2021_11_30_1080p_.zi...

The video opened. It wasn't a recording. It was a live feed of Elias’s own room, filmed from the corner of his ceiling where no camera existed. In the video, he saw himself sitting at the computer, hunched over, staring at the screen. Inside were twelve video files, each dated November 30, 2021