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Chapter 3 - Surveillance Echo

Between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3

Rainescorp's surveillance room was colder than the rest of the building. Not by design—just by neglect. The air conditioning vent above the monitors hissed constantly, and the fluorescent lights buzzed like insects trapped in glass.

Officer Glenn sat in his usual chair, sipping lukewarm coffee and watching the feeds. Seventy-two cameras. Seventy-two angles. Most of them boring.

Lobby. Elevators. Hallways. Interview rooms.

He'd worked here for eleven years. Long enough to know the rhythm of the building. Long enough to know when something didn't fit.

Camera 17 blinked.

Interview Room 3.

Glenn leaned forward.

The applicant was already seated. Early thirties. Dark hair. Gray suit. Calm posture. The name on the file: Jonathan Raines.

Glenn frowned.

He tapped the keyboard, pulling up the application.

Jonathan Raines. No résumé. No credentials. No references.

He snorted. "Bold."

The interviewer entered. Glenn recognized him—Miller, Risk Division's gatekeeper. Good guy. Sharp instincts.

Then the door opened again.

Chairman Voss stepped in.

Glenn sat up straighter.

Voss didn't do interviews. Ever.

He watched the exchange unfold. No audio—just body language. Voss stared at the applicant. The applicant stared back.

Then the applicant leaned forward and said something.

Glenn couldn't hear it, but he saw the lips move.

"I return."

Voss flinched.

Glenn tapped the audio feed. Static. The room's mic was glitching.

He switched to lip-reading software. The transcript loaded slowly.

"I'm here to learn. To serve. To rebuild."

Then Voss asked something. Glenn couldn't catch it.

The applicant replied.

"Not yet."

Glenn felt a chill.

Voss turned to Miller. Said something. Miller blinked. Nodded.

The applicant stood.

Then—he turned to the camera.

Directly.

Glenn froze.

The man looked into the lens. Not past it. Not through it.

Into it.

His lips moved.

"I'm back."

Glenn's hand trembled.

He rewound the feed. Played it again.

Same words. Same gaze.

He switched to facial recognition.

The system blinked.

Match: Jonathan Raines (Deceased) Confidence: 87%

Glenn's heart pounded.

He pulled up the legacy file. Jonathan Raines. Founder. CEO. Died six years ago. Heart failure. Hospital record confirmed.

He looked back at the feed.

The man was younger. Leaner. But the bone structure—the gaze—the cadence—

It was him.

Glenn tapped the intercom.

"Security to Risk Division. We may have a breach."

No response.

He tried again.

Static.

He checked the logs.

System override: Interview Room 3.

Timestamp: 11:17 AM.

Glenn stared at the screen.

The man was gone. The room was empty.

He switched to hallway feeds.

Camera 22: The man walking calmly toward the elevator.

Camera 23: Elevator doors closing.

Camera 24: Lobby. The man exiting the building.

Glenn rewound the footage again.

"I'm back."

He opened a private folder. Typed a note.

Subject: Jonathan Raines Status: Reincarnated or impersonated Behavior: Calm, strategic, ritualistic Risk Level: Unknown Recommendation: Monitor all interactions with Chairman Voss and VP Eli Raines Note: Subject looked directly into camera and addressed surveillance. Intentional.

He saved the file.

Encrypted it.

Then he sat back.

Rainescorp hummed around him. The feeds blinked. The building moved.

But something had changed.

The system had been touched.

Not hacked.

Haunted.

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