The lights in the house died. In the sudden, absolute darkness, Elias heard the soft, unmistakable sound of a mouse clicking—once, twice—and the whisper of a voice that sounded exactly like his own. "Thank you for letting me out."

"Shadow the Daemon," Elias whispered, clicking the download button. The progress bar crept forward with agonizing slowness.

He looked back at the screen. The figure was leaning over his shoulder now, its hands reaching for his throat. On the monitor, Elias saw his own face contorted in terror, but his real hands remained frozen on the desk. The text reappeared, overlaying the video feed. > THE PAST IS NO LONGER BEHIND YOU.