Episode 2: The Echo in the Mirror​The digital clock on the bedside table clicked to 3:14 AM. The silence in the apartment was heavy, the kind that felt like it was pressing against Elias’s eardrums. He hadn’t slept. He couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the glowing blue text of the message from the night before: The silver sedan at the corner of 5th won’t stop. 8:12 AM.​He picked up his phone. The sender’s name still sent a cold shiver down his spine: Me.​It was his own number. No history of a sent message. Just a phantom