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And Max swallowed when it was not easy to notice. He may really lack women recently. But when he looked at other women, he was really bored. Halfway through the movie, Amy Waltson almost closed her eyes to listen to the sound. Seeing her suffer such a crime, Max pressed the pause button. Amy Waltson narrowed an eye. Seeing Max still holding the remote control in her hand, she opened her eyes. Max said, "Do you want to continue?" "Can you stop it?" Max turned off the movie. Amy Waltson sighed with relief.

Clara nervously tried to shut down the screen, but it stubbornly continued playing despite her efforts. "Clara Cann, turn it off!" Daniella shouted, her glare fierce. Tears welled up in Clara's eyes. "I… I can't, Ms. Love! I didn't do this!" "Disconnect the cable!" Julian ordered. Even after Clara disconnected the cable, the screen kept playing. Julian dashed up to the stage, seized the remote control, and pressed the pause button. The screen froze at the most embarrassing moment. Soon afterward, the caption rolled again.

I leaned back, crossing my arms, my eyes glued to the glowing screen like a predator waiting for the kill. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Then finally... “I’m in,” he whispered, almost stunned. “Pulling footage from the night of the gala.” The breath hitched in my throat. On the screen, grainy footage blinked to life, paparazzi flashes, cameras clicking like machine guns, black cars sliding up one after another. Models stepping out in gowns worth more than my entire apartment. And then her. “There,” I hissed, stabbing a finger at the screen. “Pause it.”

His eyes— Started to break. “Move,” he mouthed. No sound. Just silent desperation. And then— He stopped. Not because he succeeded. Because he couldn’t anymore. The scream outside faded. Gone. The void swallowed the scene. I felt my chest tighten. “He failed,” Chaos said lightly. I didn’t answer. The second scene opened. The Polar Bear Alpha Snow. Endless. Blinding. And scattered across it— Bodies. Dozens of them. Wounded. Dying. Calling for help.

He looked toward the giant screen. Where the spotlight was shining, that seat was already empty. [Goodbye, World, 2024.5.21, 11:10 PM -- Some words can only be left for the next life] I leaned against the wall, gasping uncontrollably for air. Paige supported me with one hand while holding the camera with the other: "My lady, you're a patient, why did you run so fast?"

Whatever happens, obviously I will participate. I don't like playing with me. Especially Maes. In the end I peeked extra carefully. Behind all of that, I won't let a single movement be left behind. Okay. The first scene is making coffee. The second scene is drinking together and talking. The scene when the Maes secretary was leaving. Uh, go for what? Forget it. Continue the stakeout. The fourth scene falls. The Maes secretary fell. Fall down! Over on Maes!? Overlapping each other!

Every movement tracked. But the result— nothing. “They disappeared from every angle,” the assistant said, his voice tight. “That’s impossible,” another staff member muttered. Yichen stood silently in front of the main screen. Replaying the same moment. Again. And again. The corridor. The chase. The turn. The face. His eyes narrowed. “Pause it.” The screen froze. The image sharpened. Blurry. But enough. Familiar. Too familiar. The room fell silent. No one dared say it.

I called out and gestured to Pierre to come over to where I was. Pierre walked over to where I was and I played the clip for him to watch. “Please can you play it again sir?” Pierre requested. “Of course,” I said and played the clip again for him. He watched it up to a certain part and suddenly let out. “Wait!……..please take it back a little” Pierre requested. I rewinded the clip slowly. “Stop!……….do you see this sir?” Pierre asked as he pointed towards something on the screen but inside the clip that was paused.

I heard the door close with another creak, later on, the camera footage shook a bit, maybe because of the movements of Hero, they don't have a tool to stabilize the camera's motion, it's just for the purpose of memories anyway, so they don't really need that. Since I'm layed in the bed, the phone was raised with both of my hands, it's paralleled to the level of my eyes. After a moment, my heart beats went back to normal, and my expectations about finding something out was totally wiped off. I am not anticipating any weird thing on this almost filled gallery, I'm even wearing a smile while watching the video. 2.40 sec I almost dropped the phone to my face, my lips opened letting out an immens

‎Screens flicker. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎Rewind. ‎Play. ‎We watch her walk in. ‎Head down. ‎Alone. ‎My chest tightens. ‎She shouldn’t be alone. ‎She’s never alone. ‎Then— ‎Static. ‎The screen glitches. ‎Cuts. ‎Fifteen minutes of nothing. ‎When it comes back, She’s gone. Just… ‎gone. ‎No exit footage. ‎No struggle caught on camera. ‎No trace.