Then, he noticed the clock on the wall in the video feed. It wasn't showing his time. It was counting down. 00:04:59.
As the countdown hit zero, Elias felt himself being pulled forward, thin as a line of code, while the man of static stepped out onto the carpet, took a sip of the cold coffee, and began to type. window_part.7z
Elias waved his hand. The empty chair in the window remained still. Then, he noticed the clock on the wall in the video feed
Elias stood up, knocking his chair back. In the digital window, the chair remained upright, but the shadow was getting closer. It was a man. No, it was a silhouette made of static and scan lines. Elias felt himself being pulled forward