Lila’s journalism instincts kicked in. She traced metadata, IP stubs, and an odd series of color grades that matched a local artist’s portfolio she’d once admired. A username popped up on an obscure forum—zarasfraa—sparse posts from years ago about urban ruins and the aesthetics of loss. The user had disappeared as quietly as they’d arrived. Lila kept digging because the footage felt like an invitation, and invitations are the sort of things she could not, in good conscience, ignore.