Her gaze snapped back to the screen. The photo had changed. The figure was closer now—right behind her captured self, leaning in as if looking at the screen too. And this time, it had a face. It was her face. Same hair. Same glasses. But the expression was wrong—a grin stretched too wide, eyes empty.
She froze. In the photo, she was leaning toward the keyboard, finger extended toward the Printscreen button. But there was something else. Over her shoulder, barely visible in the corner of the frame, stood a figure. Tall. Too tall. Featureless. printscreen button on laptop
She pressed it again, harder. Still nothing. Her gaze snapped back to the screen
"Okay," she whispered. "That's new."