No answer. But the laptop’s fan whirred softly, like a tiny engine starting up again.

The video skipped. Suddenly, it was the final wedding scene—but half the guests were missing. Their clothes hovered in place, empty. And where Stuart should have been standing on the table, there was only a small, typed message burned into the film grain:

Rohan stared at his reflection. Then he noticed something new on the hard drive. A second folder had appeared—named exactly like the first, but with five dots.

The ellipsis at the end felt odd. Intentional.