Санкт-Петербург
"Corrupted file," he muttered, reaching for the mouse to delete it.
Before he could click, a grainy image flickered onto the screen. It wasn’t a scene from the show. It was a static shot of a hallway. A hallway that looked disturbingly familiar.
Rahul double-clicked the file. The media player flickered to life. But instead of the high-octane intro music he expected, the screen stayed black. A low, distorted hum vibrated through his speakers.
Rahul’s heart hammered against his ribs. He hit the 'Esc' key, then the power button on his monitor, but the image wouldn't die. The figure on the screen was now standing right behind a chair—the very same chair Rahul was sitting in.
Rahul froze. The wallpaper in the video—faded yellow with a peeling corner—matched the one in his own hallway, just ten feet behind him.