From the hallway of his apartment, he heard a sound that shouldn't be there: the rhythmic, wet thud of water hitting wood, followed by the smell of salt and old, deep-sea rot.

The name was a code. Ginhaha —a coastal village known for its jagged cliffs and the salt-cracked ruins of an old lighthouse. 2022-07 —July of that year. The rest was a mystery. Elias clicked "Extract."

Deep within a nested series of folders, tucked away like a secret in a locked room, sat a single compressed archive: .

The progress bar crawled with agonizing slowness, as if the data itself was resisting being seen. When the folder finally popped open, it contained only three files. File 1: An_2_Audio.wav