የተጋራ ድምፅ

life… I was still sitting. The version of me in the video turned toward the hallway camera. Toward whoever was filming. And smiled. Not the wide, stretched grin from before. This was softer. Relieved. “You stayed awake,” video-me whispered. My blood ran cold. Because I hadn’t spoken. The hallway camera stepped into my room. The second shadow moved with it now. No longer stuck to the wall. It had weight. Height. Shoulders. The live feed glitched for half a second. And the angle changed again. Now