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It wasn't from his laptop. The battery was dead. It came from his phone, sitting on the desk beside him.
Baran frowned. The stream had ended on the app. Why was his script still downloading?
The video played. It was a live feed. It showed the back of his head, sitting in the dark, illuminated by the blue light of the phone he was holding.
The video started. It was the pier. Serpil was sitting there, talking. This was the normal broadcast. He skipped forward. Minute 30. She was smoking a cigarette. Minute 40. She was looking at the water.
He cracked his knuckles and hit the final key. He had written a custom script that morning, a patchwork of Python requests and FFmpeg protocols designed to trick the server into thinking his machine was just another phone watching the stream.
The neon glow of the monitor illuminated Baran’s exhausted face. It was 3:14 AM in the cramped apartment in Kadıköy. The only sound in the room was the aggressive whirring of his laptop’s cooling fan, struggling against the heat of the processor.