I pry open the app's files, heart pounding. A folder labeled 'corrupted_data' spills out — not code, but a series of distorted voice memos. My own voice, but wrong. Too young. Too calm. 'You didn't mean to kill her,' it says. 'You just wanted to scare her.' The laptop screen flickers. The timer ticks faster. I slam the lid shut. The hum of the machine doesn't stop. It's still watching.