For three days, the wallpaper changed. Not the composition—the truth inside it. The first morning, the boy in the window was gone, replaced by a smear of shadow. The second day, the spires had grown teeth. By the third night, the golden hour bled into a red that moved. Leo woke to find his phone glowing on the nightstand, the image now a slow, looping video. The sky was screaming. Not metaphorically. The clouds had faces—distorted, familiar faces. People he’d failed to save on his first missions. A woman who’d thanked him for seeing her lost child, then dissolved into a puddle of light. A street musician who’d played a tune that made ghosts dance, until a Beyondian parasite ate his memories.

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: Wide shots of the fog-covered, monster-infested Hellsalem's Lot.