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And on the screen, a new live feed appeared. A different time. A different place. This one was a top-down view of a narrow bed in a cramped PG room in Bangalore. A young man in a grey t-shirt, sitting at a laptop, just as a shadow detached itself from the wall behind him.

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Arjun laughed nervously. “Nice intro.” And on the screen, a new live feed appeared

At 99%, the download stuttered. The screen flickered. For a split second, his desktop wallpaper—a generic blue gradient—turned into a grainy, security-camera view of a narrow, empty hallway. A flickering fluorescent light. Then it was gone.

Relief, cold and sharp, flooded his chest. This one was a top-down view of a

The subtitle blinked, patient and polite.

The scene shifted again. It was a live feed. Grainy. A highway. The NICE Road junction, specifically, the one he took every Friday to visit his parents. The timestamp on this one was Saturday, 8:17 PM . Tomorrow night.

The timestamp read: Now.

Arjun didn’t even have time to scream.