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Elias looked at the clock on his taskbar. It was 11:58 PM. Behind him, the heavy iron door began to creak.

The screen stayed black for several seconds. Then, a soft, rhythmic scratching sound filled the speakers. The camera adjusted to the darkness of the R&D server room—the very room he was sitting in now. The timestamp read: Friday, 11:59 PM . ex12.zip

Heart hammering against his ribs, Elias scrolled to the very last file in the folder: friday_2359.mp4 . He hesitated, his finger hovering over the mouse. The silence of the server room suddenly felt suffocating, as if the machines themselves were holding their breath. He clicked. Elias looked at the clock on his taskbar

The heavy iron door of the server room groaned as Elias pushed it open. Inside, the hum of cooling fans sounded like a digital hive. He wasn’t supposed to be here after hours, but the notification on his terminal had been too specific to ignore. The screen stayed black for several seconds

He clicked the next file. It was a view from inside his living room. The timestamp: Wednesday. He was sitting on the couch, reading a book he hadn't even bought yet.

He clicked the first one. It showed a grainy view of a suburban street—his street. The date in the corner was for the following Tuesday. He watched, frozen, as his own car pulled into the driveway. He watched himself step out, looking tired, carrying a bag of groceries.