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He felt a drop of something cold and viscous hit the back of his neck. He didn't turn around. He couldn't. Because in the dark reflection of the screen, a pale, elongated hand was resting on his shoulder, and a face with no eyes was leaning over his chair, mimicking his terrified expression perfectly. The radio hissed one last time: "Found you."