Arjun slammed the power button on his PC. The screen went black. The silence was louder than the hum. He sat there, heart hammering, until his phone buzzed.

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Two buttons appeared. [YES] and [NO].

Arjun knew the video was gone. The SD card had been through the wash, a cycle of churning water and heat that left it looking like a tiny, warped gravestone. On it was the only footage of his late grandmother’s laugh—a specific, wheezing, hiccupping sound that had been the family’s soundtrack for decades.