Pr0t0c0lzzz.rar

The screen didn't show a program. It showed a live feed from my own webcam. But in the video, I wasn't sitting alone. A figure stood behind my chair, its hands hovering inches above my shoulders. It looked like a corruption of pixels, a glitch given human shape.

I opened the text file. It wasn't words. It was a list of every door I had ever left unlocked in my life, dated and timed. The final entry was: Front Door. April 28, 2026. 05:42 AM. PR0T0C0LZZZ.rar

The monitor went black. A single line of white text appeared: The screen didn't show a program