The notification sat on Elias’s cracked screen like a digital dare: .
His phone buzzed again. A second notification slid down the screen, identical to the first, but slightly larger.
Elias felt a sudden, icy draft on his skin. He didn't turn around. He couldn't.
Heart hammering against his ribs, he leaned forward and read the ink: “Don’t look at the next one.”
The file wasn't a video or a document. It was a single, high-resolution photograph of his own living room, taken from the exact corner where he was currently sitting. In the photo, the room was empty, save for a small, handwritten note sitting on the coffee table that hadn't been there a moment ago.