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The movie is playing, but I’m not really watching. The images blur together, the dialogue is just a low hum in the background. My mind is racing, replaying every second of last night, every touch, every whisper. I feel like I’m on the edge of something dangerously close to falling apart. Then, suddenly, Presley grabs the remote and pauses the movie. The screen freezes, and the room goes quiet.

However, when the screen paused, Amelia leaned in, her eyes clear like she could see through everything: "Zoom in again!" "To his ear, restore." The technician was using the mouse, and the clicking sound didn't stop. In the next second, the people sitting in front of the monitors all froze, and even their breathing changed. That was! Headphones!

As she walked out of the shot, headed to put her computer away, I wheeled my chair over to where I could pull some tissues from the box, and clean up the jism that was about to run down my sides. As I mopped up the thick goo, I fast-reversed the video to the shot of the laptop screen. After a couple of attempts, I got it frozen on the right frame, and then I zoomed the screen to blow up the image. I recognized the shot as being near the end of a hot girl-girl scene from a p**n video called Extreme Sex, Part-2. It featured a sexy female teacher coercing a young-looking innocent-acting female college student to have sex with her in order to keep from being expelled.

“See? You can learn.” Jack lingered a second longer, letting his eyes pass over the sprawl—chaos that wasn’t chaotic at all, just a different kind of order. A war room built under a suburban life, humming to itself like a heart under a ribcage. Pauly noticed. “You alright, Cap?” “I am now,” Jack said. He turned for the stairs. “Jack,” Pauly called. “One more thing.” Jack looked back. Pauly spun a monitor: frozen on a grainy still from the bridge attack. In the reflection of a shattered bus window—half a face, metal tracing the jaw.

And then, without warning… the whole screen changes. It’s not a map anymore. It’s a paused video, then it’s played. A title fades into view, as if it’s the opening credits of a movie: “What Happens When No One’s Watching…?” Five men in a holding cell. Dirty, disheveled. Wearing smug grins and faded designer jeans. He stops. Brows pinch slightly as he glances back. Robert’s heart skips a beat as he sees his son on screen, with his other infamous friends.

I scroll. Pause on the one I didn’t send earlier. The one that felt… right. I tilt the screen slightly, then back again. Still not sending it. Not yet. I glance up at him. “You’re not wasting time, are you?” “No.” I look back at my phone. At the pictures. At the message. At how quickly everything is moving. Then I shake my head lightly. “No.” He pauses. “No?” “We’re not confirming anything yet,” I say. He watches me.

Lindsay took the tablet and began to scan the files from the camera memory card to find the correct ones. She found it and started to watch. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal for being on patrol at 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere. She had just reached the time stamp 03:12 in the clip when she heard a screech of some kind and could see something near the top of the windshield of Max’s car. She watched carefully and could hear more shrieks and see more movement above the vehicle at the edge of the camera’s view. Then she saw it, but could not believe it. It looked like a flying monkey. She watched the clip a couple of more times and then began to laugh. She looked at Little Bob and Mike

After a moment, he exhaled in worry and resignation, and let himself out, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence folded back around me, thick and steady, broken only by the rhythm of Aria’s breathing. I clung to that sound, letting it anchor me, though even that wasn’t enough to hold off the pull of everything in my head. My eyes wandered to the desk where the tray still sat, coffee cooling, toast untouched, beside the black screen that seemed to watch me back. I pushed the food aside, powered the system on, and the footage flared back to life. The frozen frame caught her mid-motion, her body blurred between grace and brutality, and my chest tightened.

My shape disappeared below the edge of the railing as I crashed down hard onto the stone. The woman stood on the landing for four seconds. She looked down. Then she turned on her heel and ran out of the frame. Ethan pressed the spacebar. The video froze. The study was completely silent. The only sound in the room was the steady, quiet tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. I stared at the screen. The frozen picture showed Chloe’s shape caught mid-turn, one foot off the ground as she fled, while the dark shape of my body lay motionless on the landing behind her.

--- Not frozen. Paused. --- Like a moment held in place. --- Students mid-step. Voices cut off. Movement suspended. --- Ariana’s breath caught. --- “This isn’t real,” she said. --- Oliver shook his head slightly. --- “No,” he said. --- A pause. --- “It’s controlled.” --- Ariana looked around. --- Everything was still. --- Except them. --- And something else. --- A sound. --- Not from speakers. Not from devices. --- From everywhere.