Elias frowned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He didn’t remember subscribing to anything called "Sensual Jane." He assumed it was spam—some late-night clickbait that had bypassed his filters. But curiosity, fueled by the silence of the apartment, won out. He tapped the link.

He froze. The video was timestamped in real-time. He looked at the kitchen window in the video; a specific crack in the glass matched the one in his own kitchen, just down the hallway.