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But the ledger never forgot. A frame captured a man who later went missing; his last known location figuralized in a clip watched by dozens. A woman’s messy kitchen later became proof in an argument, a child’s tantrum looped into ridicule. The site’s ethic was indifferent: everything could be a subject.

The feed began in the middle of a street. A pair of shoes appeared—mud-splattered boots, laced wrong—then a hand, a sleeve with dried paint, a backpack slung against the spine. The camera moved like it belonged to the body it recorded: jerky when stepping down a curb, smooth when swaying to match breathing. There was no sound other than distant traffic and the soft, wet hiss of rain.

She didn’t close the tab. She didn’t want to feed it fear by pretending not to see. She set the lens to record and clicked publish.

She set the card on her kitchen table and watched the camera feed until the screen bled into dawn. Outside the city shook off sleep, and people continued their small predictable lives, faces brief in the glare of sodium light.

She pressed play.