He stared at it for a long time. Then, with a sudden, panicked realization, he turned back to his laptop. He opened his file directory. In the downloads folder, a new file had just appeared.
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He was wearing a heavy, dark overcoat, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He walked with a slight limp, his head bowed against a cold that Elias couldn't feel but could easily imagine. The man stopped directly under the streetlamp. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the ground, as if waiting for something.
The video violently glitched, tearing the image into horizontal bands of neon green and magenta, and then cut to black. The media player window closed itself.
For the first thirty seconds, nothing happened. The wind moved a discarded plastic bag across the wet ground. The shadow of a fire escape stretched like skeletal fingers across the brick wall. Then, a man walked into the frame.
The next morning, Elias stayed inside. He did not go to his usual coffee shop on Mason Street. He didn't even look out the window.