Against his better judgment, he ran the executable. His speakers didn’t emit music or static; they emitted the sound of breathing—his own breathing. Through the headset, he heard the rhythmic click of his mechanical keyboard from thirty seconds ago.
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He walked to the window and pulled back the curtain. The street was empty, bathed in the pre-dawn gray of Pensacola. But as he looked down at his monitor, the image in the folder had updated. Against his better judgment, he ran the executable