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The link was absurdly specific:

The scene shifted. The man in the grey hoodie was now inside the abandoned PVR cinema in Agra—a skeletal building Rohan remembered passing last summer. Moldy red seats. A torn screen. But the projection booth glowed green.

71 minutes.

He looked up.

The ceiling was bare.

The footage looked amateur. A shaky camera walked through the real, crowded lanes of Kinari Bazaar. The protagonist—a man in a grey hoodie, face never shown—was following a woman in a faded red dupatta. No dialogue. Only the wet slap of footsteps on monsoon streets.