“You shouldn’t have installed the test build.”

At 12:18, my bedroom door creaked open. Not all the way. Just ajar—like the thumbnail.

Then she started following me. Not running—just matching my pace two meters back. The framerate stuttered every time she blinked.

I laughed. Creepy Easter egg. Cool.

My tablet was on the nightstand. Screen black. But I could see the reflection.