Important security note: Warning of attempted fraud in the name of DWS
We have detected that fraudulent individuals are misusing the "DWS" trademark and the names of DWS employees on the internet and social media. These fraudsters are operating fake websites, Facebook pages, WhatsApp groups and Mobile Apps. Please be aware that DWS does not have any Facebook Ambassador profiles or WhatsApp chats. If you receive any unexpected calls, messages, or emails claiming to be from DWS, exercise caution and do not make any payments or disclose personal information. We encourage you to report any suspicious activity to info@dws.com, including any relevant documents and the original fraudulent email. Additionally, if you believe you have been a victim of fraud, please notify your local authorities and take steps to protect yourself.
It was an unremarkable Tuesday when the email arrived. The subject line read only: .
And from the speaker of his disconnected, unplugged, battery-dead office landline, a voice that hadn't spoken aloud in twenty-seven years whispered: rj01225955
Years would pass between entries. The voice—if it was a voice—changed. 2002-11-03 05:12:01 - "it's dark in here. i think the servers forgot me." 2002-11-03 05:12:02 - "rj01225955. that's my name now. that's all that's left." Leo shivered. The archive's cooling fans hummed in the ceiling. He was alone on this floor. It was an unremarkable Tuesday when the email arrived
He didn't sleep that night. Or the next. And every morning at 6:42, when he raised his yellow mug to his lips, he felt two unseen eyes watching from the space between packets—patient, eternal, and finally home . The voice—if it was a voice—changed
Leo sat in the darkening room. The cooling fans stopped. The archive felt larger now. Emptier.