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A shadow moves across the kitchen wall. It doesn't belong to the girl. It’s tall, spindly, and moves with a jittery, digital lag, as if the person it belongs to is dropping frames in real life. The girl doesn't look back. She reaches out and touches the refrigerator door. As her fingers meet the metal, the video begins to "pixelate"—not the standard digital noise, but actual holes appearing in the footage, revealing a void of pure white behind the image.

Elias sat in the silence of his office, the hum of the external drive the only sound. He looked down at the file size. In the seconds since he’d finished watching, the file had grown. It wasn't a 20MB clip anymore. It was 400GB. Project_11-07(2)_HD 720p_LOW_FR25mp4

Elias froze. The person holding the camera was wearing the exact same hoodie he was wearing right now. The room behind the cameraman wasn't the kitchen from the video—it was Elias’s current office. A shadow moves across the kitchen wall

The camera is stationary, positioned low to the ground. It’s a kitchen, late at night. The only light comes from the blue glow of a digital oven clock. In the center of the frame, a young girl in mismatched pajamas is sitting on the floor, perfectly still. She isn't playing; she’s staring at the refrigerator. The girl doesn't look back

Elias frowned. That’s a strange thing for a child to say in 2012.

The camera suddenly jerks upward, as if someone picked it up. For a split second, the person filming is visible in the reflection of the oven door.

Behind him, he heard the distinct click of a camera lens autofocusing.