Alex clicked.

Alex felt the floor shift. Curated implied intent, selection, motive. He pictured a person sitting behind a screen, deciding which memories to expose and which to keep private. He thought of Misha’s video and the slip of the foot, of the small apologies left on loop.

Curiosity won. He tapped Download.

He called Katya, voice tight. “Do you remember Misha? He… I think something happened.”

“Someone who wanted to be seen,” she said. “Or someone who wants attention.”

“Who would do this?” he asked.