A soft ding echoed through the room. Another notification appeared on his screen, right next to the first one:
Elias froze. He looked at the clock on his taskbar. It was exactly that time. The Playback
He opened the text document first. It contained a single line of coordinates and a date:
The pixelated photo on the screen began to clear. It wasn’t just any street; it was the view from his own window, taken from the perspective of the treeline across the road. In the center of the frame, a figure stood by the oak tree, holding a laptop. The Mirror