In the dimly lit basement of an estate sale in 2024, Alex found a dusty, unlabelled USB drive. When he plugged it into his laptop, he found a single file: .

"It’s always July here," she mouthed, her voice silent behind the digital hiss of the file.

The video ended abruptly at 1:42. When Alex tried to replay it, the file size had changed to 0 KB. He looked at the drive, then back at his screen. For a split second, in the reflection of his monitor, he thought he saw the faint, red glow of a Pontiac’s taillights behind him.