The video had changed again. The camera was no longer outside. It was inside a dimly lit basement. It was a shot of a man sitting at a desk, staring at a computer monitor. Elias watched himself on the screen, watching the video.
On the screen, the man—the other Elias—stopped just inches from the window. He looked directly into the lens, his eyes wide with a desperate, silent plea. He held up a handwritten sign: VID375.mp4
The knock came again, louder this time. The steel door groaned as if something immense was pressing against it from the other side. Elias reached for his phone, but the screen was dead. He looked back at the monitor. The video had changed again
The file size was impossibly small for its length—over two hours of footage contained in a few dozen megabytes. When Elias hit play, the screen remained black for three minutes. He was about to close it when a grainy image flickered into view. It was a shot of a man sitting