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The camera panned down to a small, wooden table in the center of the room. On it lay a single, modern smartphone—its screen cracked, displaying a video recording interface identical to the one Leo was currently watching. As the camera zoomed in on the phone's screen, Leo felt a cold sweat prickle his neck. The video playing on the recorded phone showed a man sitting at a desk, backlit by the glow of a computer monitor.

The man in the video was wearing Leo’s favorite grey hoodie. He was leaning forward, staring at a file named IMG_8137-4WKNYvTf.mov. IMG_8137-4WKNYvTf.mov

At 그 moment, Leo felt a distinct, icy pressure on his own left shoulder. He didn't turn around. He couldn't. He simply watched as the progress bar on the video player crept toward the final second. Just before the screen went black, the silver-faced grandfather clock in the background of the video began to chime, though its hands hadn't moved an inch. The camera panned down to a small, wooden