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Elias froze. From the hallway, he heard the exact same creak.

He rushed home, fingers trembling as he typed the numbers into the prompt. The archive didn't contain documents or images. Instead, a single audio file began to play—a recording of his own voice from earlier that evening, repeating the coordinates, followed by the sound of his front door slowly creaking open. 54997.rar

Driven by a mix of dread and curiosity, Elias drove out to the coast that night. Using his phone’s flashlight, he found a rusted brass plate bolted to the lighthouse's foundation. On it, etched by hand, was a five-digit code: . Elias froze

An unsettling silence filled the room as Elias stared at the single file on the desktop of the laptop he’d bought at a local estate sale: . The archive didn't contain documents or images

There were no other documents, no photos, and no browsing history. Just that one compressed archive, dated from a decade ago. When he tried to open it, a password prompt flickered on the screen. The hint was simply a string of coordinates leading to a derelict lighthouse on the edge of town.