He looked back at the screen. The camera angle had changed. It was no longer a fixed security feed; it was a first-person perspective, moving slowly toward the key. As the digital character picked it up, Elias heard a physical clink on his own desk.
In the reflection behind digital Elias, the motel room door began to open. In his real room, Elias heard the unmistakable click of a deadbolt sliding back.
Elias chuckled, reaching for his mouse to kill the process. His hand froze. On the video feed, a door at the end of the hallway—labeled 214—creaked open. A pale, pixelated hand reached out and placed a small, brass key on the carpet. The Sound of Static
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