Watching the footage
Kevin replayed the shaky footage, palms damp. Frames showed the tumble onto metal steps—then something else. A man entered view.
His face gaunt, skin pale, eyes sunken. Clothes hung in rags. He leaned toward the lens, filling the screen. Kevin froze. This was no shadow. Someone real had been down here, living in the dark, watching silently.
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