Or don't. And see what happens when the man behind the door realizes you saw him too.

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From the bottom bunk, Marcus sat up suddenly. His eyes were open, but they were black—not the whites, not the pupils, but deep, consuming black.

The cursor blinked.

The video was grainy and pixelated, the colors washed out. He scrubbed the timeline to 23:17. There was the fight. Crixus roared. Dust flew. Leo leaned in, squinting at the upper left corner.

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