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Another file appeared in his download folder. Then another. Dozens, then hundreds. Each one a memory he didn't know he had. Not from his own perspective, but from the outside. A third-person recording of his life. Him crying in his childhood closet at age seven. Him cheating on a high school exam. Him standing on the roof of his university library, looking down at the pavement, wondering if he would die if he jumped. In every single clip, the man in the black coat was there. Sometimes close, sometimes far. Always watching. Always recording.

Three days ago, a pop-up had hijacked his browser while he was searching for an old, obscure film on a sketchy streaming site—Layarxxi.pw, a name that sounded like a ghost from the early internet. The pop-up wasn't an ad. It was a single line of text: Download - Layarxxi.pw.Natsu.Igarashi.has.been...

He hadn't downloaded it. Not intentionally. Another file appeared in his download folder

Natsu's breath hitched. March 15th. That was two weeks before he moved to Tokyo. He was still living with his mother then. Each one a memory he didn't know he had

The final file was different. It wasn't a video. It was a text file named README_NATSU.txt .

Natsu looked at his reflection in the dark monitor. He saw a character. Not a person. A file. A download. And for the first time in his life, he understood what true freedom felt like—because if he was just a story, then he could write his own ending.

The line went dead.