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The office had a strict rule: never stay past midnight. Management called it “for your well-being,” which everyone knew meant “we’re not explaining it.” Jake stayed anyway. Deadlines didn’t care about creepy policies. At 12:O1 a.m., the lights flickered. His computer turned back on after he’d shut it down. A new email appeared. From: Jake Miller Subject: Don’t open— He opened it. Inside was a video. Him. Sitting exactly where he was, pale, shaking. “Listen,” the video-Jake whispered, “it co