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He stood up, his heart hammering against his ribs. He turned toward his own front door. It was closed and locked. He looked back at the screen, then at the file's metadata.

He lunged for the handle and threw the door open. The hallway was empty, silent and smelling faintly of floor wax. download (1).jpg

To help me write a story specifically about image, could you describe: The main subject (a person, a landscape, an object)? The mood or colors (dark and moody, bright and happy)? He stood up, his heart hammering against his ribs

The image wasn't a ruin. It was a high-resolution photo of a plain wooden door with a brass number 7 bolted to the center. It looked remarkably like the door to his own apartment, right down to the small, jagged scratch near the handle. He looked back at the screen, then at the file's metadata

Disconcerted, Elias retreated to his desk. The file was gone. In its place was a new file: download (2).jpg .

Elias frowned and leaned closer. In the reflection of the brass "7," he could see a figure holding a camera. The figure was wearing a distinctive blue hoodie—the same one Elias was wearing right now.