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Natsu's breath hitched. March 15th. That was two weeks before he moved to Tokyo. He was still living with his mother then.
On the screen, a figure walked into the frame. It was him. Younger, maybe nineteen. He wore a faded hoodie he'd forgotten he owned. He grabbed a can of Boss coffee, paid in cash, and left. Natsu remembered that night. He had been up late editing a friend's indie horror short. He remembered the cold air, the clink of the can.
He hadn't downloaded it. Not intentionally.
Natsu had laughed, run a virus scan (it found nothing), and ignored it. But the download started anyway. A stubborn phantom process eating his bandwidth, refusing to be cancelled. His ISP couldn't explain it. His tech friend, Mika, said it was probably a crypto-mining botnet. But crypto miners don't name files after you.
Natsu's breath hitched. March 15th. That was two weeks before he moved to Tokyo. He was still living with his mother then.
On the screen, a figure walked into the frame. It was him. Younger, maybe nineteen. He wore a faded hoodie he'd forgotten he owned. He grabbed a can of Boss coffee, paid in cash, and left. Natsu remembered that night. He had been up late editing a friend's indie horror short. He remembered the cold air, the clink of the can.
He hadn't downloaded it. Not intentionally.
Natsu had laughed, run a virus scan (it found nothing), and ignored it. But the download started anyway. A stubborn phantom process eating his bandwidth, refusing to be cancelled. His ISP couldn't explain it. His tech friend, Mika, said it was probably a crypto-mining botnet. But crypto miners don't name files after you.
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