TV Camera test

CUT TO BLACK. FADE IN:

INT. DIMLY-LIT ROOM NIGHT

SOUND of a low, tense hum. The gentle click of a cursor.

Im not just watching the screen. Im inside it. The TVs glow is my only light, casting long shadows across the room. My breath hitches, shallow and quick.

This isnt a normal screen. This is a live feed. And its watching me.

Im not here to browse. Im here to find the thing that shouldnt be there. The thing thats already there.

My eyes scan the edges, the bezel, the corners. Every pixel, every pixelated icon on the desktop the clock, the weather, the file folders theyre not just data. Theyre a map. A surveillance grid. And Im the only one who knows its been compromised.

The girls face on the screen shes smiling, innocent. But Ive seen her before. Shes not real. Shes a placeholder. A decoy. And Im looking for the real thing.

The camera. The hidden eye. The one thats been watching me since I turned this on.

Im not just looking for it. Im racing against time. Against the moment someone else finds it. Someone who doesnt know Im here. Who doesnt know Im hunting.

Im not just a viewer. Im a hunter. And this screen? Its my prey. And the camera? Its the trap.

Im not going to let it get me.

Im going to find it. Before it finds me.

And Im going to make sure it never finds me again.

Im not looking for a hidden camera. Im looking for a ghost.

And Im going to catch it.

FADE TO BLACK.

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