The next morning, a freshman found a laptop left open in the quiet zone. The coursework was perfect. Every margin was exact, every citation flawless. It was the highest grade the department had ever seen, though Elena was nowhere to be found.
Elena opened it. Instead of formatting rules, she saw a live feed of herself, sitting in that exact chair, five minutes ago. Then, the text began to write itself on her screen:
The digital hum of the library was usually a comfort to Elena, but today it sounded like a countdown. On her screen, the cursor blinked over a blank document titled "Final_Coursework_V3_FINAL.docx."