It was a single video file—no thumbnail, just a black icon. He double-clicked.
Curiosity got the better of him.
She pushed the door open.
The footage was grainy, shot on a early-2000s camcorder. A young woman named Dua, wearing a yellow salwar kameez, walked down a dimly lit hallway. Apartment 7A. The door was slightly ajar.
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Not from his front door—but from inside his closet.
He heard a knock.