Elias froze. His hand hovered over the mouse. He hadn’t told anyone his name. He slowly turned his head toward the closet behind him. The heavy velvet curtain he used for soundproofing was swaying, though the windows were shut.
In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw himself sitting alone. But on the webcam feed—the digital "truth" being broadcast to the dark web—a tall, spindly figure was standing directly behind his chair, its long fingers inches from his neck. Here comes the cliffhanger. [S1E3] Webcam
The screen went black. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic click-click-click of a mouse, even though Elias’s hands were shaking in his lap. Elias froze