Raven

I didn’t recognize the man at first.

Not really.

He was older in the footage. Grayer. But the way he carried himself, the tilt of his head, the glint in his eyes, it triggered something in my chest I couldn’t explain.

He smiled at me in that video.

I was fourteen.

And I smiled back.

The room spun.

I dropped the mouse. The video kept playing.

In the background: a warehouse. Generic, but familiar. Like something out of a nightmare I’d forgotten.

The man ...