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The curtain rod groaned. The fish-printed plastic began to tear.

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The video was low-resolution, the colors washed out into sickly greens and grays. It was a fixed shot of a small, cramped bathroom. The shower curtain—plastic and printed with fading blue fish—was drawn shut. For the first thirty seconds, there was only the sound of a steady, rhythmic drip from the faucet. Drip. Drip. Drip. The curtain rod groaned

Elias sat back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The silence of his own apartment suddenly felt heavy. He looked toward his hallway, where the bathroom door stood slightly ajar. Then, from behind that door, he heard it. Drip. Drip. Drip. He hadn't used that sink all day. It was a fixed shot of a small, cramped bathroom

At the one-minute mark, the camera began to shake, as if the person holding it was shivering. You couldn't see the filmer, only the edge of a white-knuckled hand gripping the doorframe.