Glass. Sparks. The blue light died.
The screen didn’t show search results. It showed a live feed. Himself, right now, staring at the screen. But behind his reflection in the feed, a shadow stood in his bedroom doorway—a figure he couldn’t see in real life. The shadow was tall, thin, and wearing old sneakers. The sneakers from the third image. irununblocked
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