The reply came in fragments, as if pushed through a straw: "We are the ones who built the first ultraviolet. You inherited a ghost. Let us help you, or let us go. But choose now. WATCHFUL EYE knows you’re here."
The ultraviolet glow deepened. A second window opened—a live feed from a security camera he didn’t plant. It showed his own dorm hallway. Empty. Good. ultraviolet proxy
The figure in the hallway raised a hand. Not to knock. To point —directly at Leo’s hidden camera. The reply came in fragments, as if pushed