He stared for a long moment. The player was silent. No pop-ups. No warnings. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of the data.
Leo didn’t believe in ghosts. He believed in codecs.
The timestamp on the overlay read . The main file’s timestamp read 2:48:17 .
Leo leaned forward. His reflection in the dark monitor looked pale. He used the player’s raw scrubber, dragging the grayscale bar with his mouse. The main window showed the fire consuming the store. The overlay showed the dead man walking through the smoke, untouched, his form pixelated but calm.