The girl didn't want to be seen; she wanted to be out. And Leo had just given her the connection she needed.
Panic flared in Leo’s chest. He tried to close the window, but the "X" button vanished. The file extension in the title bar began to flicker, changing from .mp4 to .bfmp4 .
"BF," he realized with a chill, didn't stand for a video codec.
The thumbnail was striking—a young woman with ethereal, silver-blonde hair standing in a field of sunflowers that looked almost too vibrant to be real. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was looking just past it, smiling at something unseen. Leo clicked play.