He looked up from the monitor. The hallway was empty. He looked back at the screen. The shadow was closer now, reaching for the handle.
Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the glass. The camera was pointed at a heavy, reinforced door—the very door to his basement office. On the screen, a shadow moved in the hallway outside. sc24153-ERC.part07.rar
Suddenly, the screen turned a violent shade of crimson. A new folder appeared, self-extracting without his command. It wasn't a text file or a recording. It was a live camera feed. He looked up from the monitor
The archive had finished extracting. A final notification popped up in the center of the screen: The door handle to his office began to turn. The shadow was closer now, reaching for the handle
"Is the oxygen scrubber running?" a voice whispered. It was thin, brittle, and terrified.