Eris’s throat went dry. “Who is this?”
Eris stared at the black screen. Her reflection stared back, younger, unlined, but with the same widening eyes.
Her desk phone rang. She almost didn’t answer. Video Title- KA24080630-baeyeonseo5wol28ilpaenbang
Eris leaned closer. Her coffee went cold.
The timestamp in the video said May 28th, 2024. That was almost two years ago. But the woman in the video had been her. Same face. Same voice. Same scar. Eris’s throat went dry
She looked back at the screen. The video player had changed. A new line of text glowed faintly beneath the frozen final frame:
She hit play.
Eris worked the graveyard shift for the National Digital Preservation Institute, sifting through automated satellite dumps from decommissioned Korean communication relays. Most of it was static, ghost signals from dead satellites, or corrupted fragments of old K-pop broadcasts. But this one was different.
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