The video on his screen suddenly cut to a new scene. It showed a crowded city street, a news ticker running across the bottom of the frame: “Search for Local Architect Intensifies After Mystery Signal.” Above the text was his own face.
He didn't grab his coat. He didn't grab his phone. Elias bolted for the door, leaving the video playing to an empty room, while the drone began to shatter the glass behind him. document_6271431062874752956.mp4
The drone outside tapped twice against the glass—a metallic, demanding sound. Elias looked back at the video. His future self was gone, replaced by a single line of text in a font that looked like it had been carved into the screen: Run. They know you found it. The video on his screen suddenly cut to a new scene
A cold chill raced down Elias’s spine. He didn’t want to look, but he couldn't help it. As he turned his head, he saw a drone hovering just inches from the glass, its red lens blinking in a steady, rhythmic pulse. It wasn't just watching him; it was broadcasting. He didn't grab his phone