Rohan shielded his eyes, stumbling backward. When the light faded, the scene on the laptop had changed. It was a live feed of his living room. He could see himself standing there, looking terrified, staring at his own back.
He walked back to the laptop, determined to shut it down properly. He opened the lid. The screen was black, save for a single line of green text in the center, like a command prompt. Rohan shielded his eyes, stumbling backward
The video quality was surprisingly crisp. The familiar, haunting cello theme of Jane Anjane Mein swelled, vibrating in his ears. The title card appeared: Jane Anjane Mein 5 - Episode 01 . He could see himself standing there, looking terrified,
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