Leo’s desktop was a graveyard of poorly named files. "Final_Project_v3.doc," "Screenshot_99.png," and the one he currently stared at:
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. A new notification from the OnlyFans app: User_00 sent you a message: "Look behind the monitor." Messages — OnlyFans (85)(1).mp4
Leo looked up from his laptop. His bedroom door, which he always kept shut, was cracked open exactly two inches. Just enough for a phone lens to peek through. Leo’s desktop was a graveyard of poorly named files
The video ended with the cursor moving toward the "Log Out" button, but it never clicked. Instead, the recording caught a faint reflection in the monitor’s glare—a shadow standing in the doorway of Leo’s room that hadn't been there when he was awake. His bedroom door, which he always kept shut,
Leo watched his recorded self scroll down. Every single one of the 85 messages was from the same blank account. Each one sent a second apart. As the video played, Leo realized the coordinates in the messages were changing. They weren't random locations; they were moving.