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Leo yanked the power cord. The screen went dark. But the webcam light stayed on.
The file was growing.
Leo reached for the power cable. Too late. The screen filled with a live feed— of his own face , captured by his webcam, but overlaid with a grid of other faces. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. All frozen in fear. All framed by the same bedroom glow, the same panicked eyes.
He double-clicked.
He stared at his own reflection in the black glass—then noticed a small file on his desktop he hadn't created. A video thumbnail. His name. And below it, a timer: 00:01:23 / 00:00:00 .
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