Leo leaned in closer. He noticed the time stamp in the bottom corner of the video. It wasn't from 2023. The metadata of the file was spoofed. The actual recording date, flashing for just a microsecond in the frame, was tomorrow's date.
The flickering title card on the cracked laptop screen read c0ns3cr4t10n.2023.hc.cam.latino.mp4 .
The spinning camera on the video stopped. A figure was now standing over it. It wasn't one of the people in the weeping angel masks. It was a person sitting in a room that looked exactly like Leo's apartment. The figure was wearing Leo's exact headphones. The figure on screen slowly turned around.
Should we explore a where Leo must stop himself from creating the file?
Would you prefer a where Leo realizes he is sleepwalking or losing time?
A blinding light flared from inside the box, causing the camera's auto-exposure to freak out and turn the entire image pure white. When the image resolved a second later, the basement was empty. The trunk was gone. The people were gone. The only thing left was the camera, lying on the concrete floor, slowly spinning.
Leo watched in absolute terror as he saw the back of his own head on the screen. He was looking at a live, high-definition feed of himself, viewed from a camera angle directly behind his chair where only a blank wall should be.
"Are we ready?" a voice whispered off-camera in Spanish. "The stream is live." "Proceed," another answered, deep and distorted.
Leo leaned in closer. He noticed the time stamp in the bottom corner of the video. It wasn't from 2023. The metadata of the file was spoofed. The actual recording date, flashing for just a microsecond in the frame, was tomorrow's date.
The flickering title card on the cracked laptop screen read c0ns3cr4t10n.2023.hc.cam.latino.mp4 .
The spinning camera on the video stopped. A figure was now standing over it. It wasn't one of the people in the weeping angel masks. It was a person sitting in a room that looked exactly like Leo's apartment. The figure was wearing Leo's exact headphones. The figure on screen slowly turned around.
Should we explore a where Leo must stop himself from creating the file?
Would you prefer a where Leo realizes he is sleepwalking or losing time?
A blinding light flared from inside the box, causing the camera's auto-exposure to freak out and turn the entire image pure white. When the image resolved a second later, the basement was empty. The trunk was gone. The people were gone. The only thing left was the camera, lying on the concrete floor, slowly spinning.
Leo watched in absolute terror as he saw the back of his own head on the screen. He was looking at a live, high-definition feed of himself, viewed from a camera angle directly behind his chair where only a blank wall should be.
"Are we ready?" a voice whispered off-camera in Spanish. "The stream is live." "Proceed," another answered, deep and distorted.