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Marcus stood up, heart hammering. He looked toward his window. The blinds were closed.

But lately, the game had changed.

He scrambled back to the video, scrubbed to the timestamp. And there it was. Barely visible in the bottom-right corner, over the black of the announcers’ table: a ghostly, translucent logo he’d never seen before. A stylized eye with a tear in the middle. WWE.RAW.2024.11.25.720p.HDTV.x264-NWCHD-thepwc....

He hadn’t added that. NWCHD hadn’t added that.

Not Telegram. Not Discord. A text. From a number he didn’t recognize. Marcus stood up, heart hammering

The phone buzzed again. This time, a photo. A grainy surveillance still of his own apartment building. The timestamp was from ten minutes ago.

“My man!” “Before Peacock even uploaded it, jesus.” “You’re a god, PWC.” But lately, the game had changed

He hadn’t touched it.