"Who is this?" he typed.
The door to his dorm room clicked open. But no one was there. ultraviolet proxy
Leo’s fingers froze. The UV proxy was his design. No one else had the key. He checked the peer list: one connection. His. But the data stream showed two egress points. One was his destination—the Codex. The other was… nowhere. A black hole IP. A sink. "Who is this
The reply came in fragments, as if pushed through a straw: "We are the ones who built the first ultraviolet. You inherited a ghost. Let us help you, or let us go. But choose now. WATCHFUL EYE knows you’re here." Leo’s fingers froze
The ultraviolet glow deepened. A second window opened—a live feed from a security camera he didn’t plant. It showed his own dorm hallway. Empty. Good.
Then the proxy whispered.
He typed: