Window_part.7z -

The window_part.7z had finished decompressing. The square on the screen now filled the entire monitor, glowing with an impossible, cold light. The Elias-thing in the screen reached out, its hand pressing against the inside of the glass.

Elias waved his hand. The empty chair in the window remained still. window_part.7z

“This isn’t a program. It’s a view. If you look through the window, remember that the glass works both ways.” The window_part

Elias lunged for the power cord of his PC, yanking it from the wall. The lights in his room died. The fans whirred to a stop. Silence. But the monitor didn't go dark. Elias waved his hand

It showed a room. A room that looked exactly like his own office, but mirrored. The same cluttered desk, the same half-empty coffee mug, the same hum of the server rack. But in the video feed, the chair was empty.