"Great," Elias muttered, reaching for his coffee. "A ghost link."
The room felt colder. On his screen, the red dot began to move. It wasn't hovering over the desk anymore. It was sliding toward the door of his bedroom—the door he had locked ten minutes ago.
The extraction bar stalled at 99%. His cooling fans began to whine, a high-pitched metallic scream that didn't match the low CPU usage on his monitor. When the folder finally popped open, it was empty.
He deleted the folder. It instantly reappeared, the name now changed to .