The video was grainy, shot through a lens coated in dust. It showed a small, windowless room with a single wooden chair in the center. For the first thirty seconds, nothing happened. The only sound was the faint, rhythmic scratching of something metallic against stone.
The progress bar hit 100%. The server room lights flickered once and died.
Elias sat in the silence of the server room, his heart hammering against his ribs. He moved his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The monitor remained dark, reflecting his own pale face.