Under the photo, a line of text appeared, typed letter by letter in real time:
Nothing happened. No flash, no click, no satisfying shutter sound. Disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged and opened a document to type a few desperate words. laptop screen shot button
He pressed PrtSc again.
Alex’s heart kicked against his ribs. He looked behind him. Empty room. Locked door. Under the photo, a line of text appeared,
A third press. The screen went black, then displayed a grainy, low-light image. A hallway. His apartment’s hallway. And standing at the far end, barely visible in the shadows, a figure. Tall. Motionless. Facing the camera. Facing him . Under the photo