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My heart hammered. I looked at my devices. The photo was everywhere — my phone, my laptop, even screenshots I hadn’t taken. And then… in the dark window of my room, my own reflection changed. The red eye wasn’t alone. Behind me: a face. Not human. Smiling. It had followed me into my life. Why me why what's the pattern ..... And now is your turn its watching you.