And in the reflection of the dead screen, Leo saw the woman from the preview window standing right behind him. Her mouth moved, but the sound came out of his own headphones, routed through WebcamMax’s microphone mixer.
His face was there. But behind him, sitting on the cluttered workbench, was a figure. A perfect, grain-free silhouette. Leo spun around. Empty room. WebcamMax 7.6.5.2
"Just a glitch," he muttered. "Probably a double exposure artifact." And in the reflection of the dead screen,