Julian Aris turned around, his face a blur of pixels and shadow. He held out a hand, and in it was a physical copy of the ledger Elias was currently viewing on his screen.
As the "song" progressed, the walls of his apartment seemed to bleed into a different reality. The digital static transformed into the sound of crashing waves and the smell of salt air. He wasn't in his office anymore; he was standing on a pier in 1970s Maine, watching a man with a guitar case walk toward a waiting boat. J. Arrr - Vnother Chvpter.rar
Elias froze. His name wasn't in the metadata. He hadn't logged into any accounts. The voice continued, rhythmic and hypnotic, describing the room Elias was sitting in—the cracked window, the cold coffee, the way he was currently holding his breath. Julian Aris turned around, his face a blur