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The screen was cracked, but the image was clear. It wasn't the hallway anymore. It was a photo of Julian’s bedroom, taken from the corner of his ceiling. In the bed, Julian lay asleep. Beside him, sitting on the edge of the mattress, was a figure with no face—just a smooth, blank surface where features should be.

He didn't need to open it to know what it showed. He could feel the cold breath on his ear and the waxen fingers brushing against his shoulder. He realized then that the file wasn't just an image; it was a placeholder. And now that it had a name, it was finally ready to move in. unnamed.jpg

He shut his laptop immediately. "It’s just an algorithm," he whispered to the empty room. "An AI-generated prank or a lingering virus." The screen was cracked, but the image was clear