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Viktor felt a cold sweat prickle his neck. He reached for his USB drive to rip the file, but the screen turned a violent shade of crimson. A single line of text appeared over the frozen video:

Suddenly, the video player snapped into existence. The familiar theme music of the news program blared through his cheap headphones. Viktor leaned in, his eyes darting to the timestamp. Viktor felt a cold sweat prickle his neck

12:14:03 PM. The news anchor was mid-sentence when the screen flickered. The familiar theme music of the news program

The power in the café died instantly. In the sudden silence, Viktor heard the heavy hydraulic hiss of the front door locking. From the shadows of the back office, he saw the blue glow of a tablet—and the silhouette of a man who looked exactly like the anchor from the broadcast he was just watching. The news anchor was mid-sentence when the screen flickered