He hit play. He heard the hum of his own computer fan. He heard the click of his own mouse. And then, through the speakers, he heard a voice—cold, digital, and inches away from his actual ear—whisper:
Elias froze. That was the night his father had left. He’d lived that moment from the hallway, but this recording... the perspective was different. It sounded like it was recorded from inside the wall.
Elias hesitated. The file size was impossible: 4 terabytes, yet it had downloaded in seconds. He clicked "Extract."