I typed: Who is this?
Instead, I saw her.
I should have shut the laptop. Pulled the plug. Burned the hard drive. -one bad move by haveyouseenthisgirl-
Then, at 2:14 a.m., a single file dropped into the shared drive. No name. Just a string of hex code that resolved, when I clicked it, into a single grainy image: a hallway. My hallway. Time-stamped forty minutes ago. I typed: Who is this