"You shouldn't have looked," a voice whispered, not from the laptop speakers, but from the empty hallway behind him.
The cursor blinked, a rhythmic heartbeat against the blue-light glow of the monitor. Leo’s finger hovered over the enter key. The search bar was a portal of neon text against a dark background, looking for an old, forgotten digital archive.
He didn't pick it up. He couldn't. He watched the screen as the figure held the phone to their ear, eyes still locked on his through the grainy footage.