It was now a photo of Elias, taken from behind, standing exactly where he was now. He spun around, but the room was empty. Then, his phone buzzed. A new file had been shared with him.

The name was the same, but the extension had changed to .

He spent the next three hours driving toward the edge of the county, where the paved roads turned to gravel and then to nothing but tall, whispering grass. The coordinates led him to a rusted iron gate at the mouth of an abandoned observatory.