Leo dropped the phone. Picked it up. The screen showed his own face now, pale and confused. He closed the app. Deleted it. Went to bed.
Tuesday: Damion at an underground club. “You’ve never danced without counting the minutes.”
That night, the app changed.
The file was small—too small for video, too large for text. It installed itself as an app called . No icon. Just a blank square on his phone.