He froze, every nerve ending screaming. He pressed his ear to the plaster. Silence. Then—a soft, rhythmic tapping. Morse code? No. It was a pattern. A heartbeat. His heartbeat, amplified and echoed back.
Below it, three thumbnails. They weren't movie posters. They were photographs. Grainy, candid shots taken from a low angle—like a hidden camera in his own apartment. myflixer movies
Arjun laughed nervously. Meta. Clever.