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The notification pinged off the dark walls of his cramped Tokyo apartment, a sound so mundane it felt obscene. Natsu Igarashi, a 24-year-old freelance video editor, hadn't slept in forty hours. His eyes, bloodshot and hollow, were fixed on the progress bar that had just touched 100%. The file name was a jumble of characters: LAYARXXI_PW_NATSU_IGARASHI_FULL_ARCHIVE.mkv . That was two weeks before he moved to Tokyo

Natsu sat frozen. His hand went to the back of his own neck. He felt a small, smooth bump he had never noticed before. It felt like a grain of rice under his skin.

On the screen, a figure walked into the frame. It was him. Younger, maybe nineteen. He wore a faded hoodie he'd forgotten he owned. He grabbed a can of Boss coffee, paid in cash, and left. Natsu remembered that night. He had been up late editing a friend's indie horror short. He remembered the cold air, the clink of the can.

In the footage, as his younger self walked out the door, a tall, thin man in a black coat stepped into the frame from the opposite direction. The man didn't look at the camera. He looked directly at Natsu's younger self. Then he pulled a small, rectangular device from his pocket—it looked like an old MP3 player with a cracked screen—and pointed it at the retreating figure.