Alex rewound. There was a comment thread under the file: timestamps, phone numbers, accusations. Someone named Lena begged for context; a username he recognized—Nastya_89—posted a screenshot of a hospital badge. The pieces rearranged themselves into an ugly pattern. This wasn’t a careless dump. It was a trail.
He called Katya, voice tight. “Do you remember Misha? He… I think something happened.”
They agreed to not repost anything. They would, instead, try to find the people in the thumbnails and warn them. They began with obvious usernames, short messages asking if they were alright and whether they wanted the files removed. Most ignored them. One replied with a phone number—Lena—and a plea to meet.
