It was 2:47 AM. His roommate, Rohan, was snoring in the next room, the ceiling fan clicking with each lazy rotation. Outside their Mumbai high-rise, the city had finally fallen into a rare, humid silence. But Arjun’s blood was humming.

He never finished the download. But the download had certainly finished him.

He opened it. It contained a single line of text.

And in the feed, someone was sitting on his couch. Someone wearing a raincoat. Holding a yellow umbrella.

Arjun’s phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Watch the film, Arjun. It's already watched you."