One evening, the feed glitched and the woman’s lips didn’t match the sound. For a breath, the room moved faster than the audio—six frames of a figure standing behind her, too quick to be seen on first watch. Karan rewound. He slowed the footage to frame-by-frame. There it was: a man, his face turned away, holding something that glinted. The discovery sent a current through him: the woman had not been alone when the footage was recorded.