Late one night, as I flipped through the static-filled channels, I stumbled upon a strange broadcast grainy, distorted, but unmistakably real. The screen showed a secret meeting of shadowy figures discussing plans and names, including mine. The voices were cold and calculating, and the message was clear someone was watching, deciding my fate. Just as suddenly as it appeared, the broadcast cut out, replaced by static and my screen went black.
I tried telling others, but no one else saw it. It was like the broadcast was meant only for me, a warning or a trap. Days passed, and strange things started happening calls from unknown numbers, footsteps outside my window, messages with no sender. Whoever was behind the broadcast was closing in, and I had to figure out what they wanted before it was too late. Shutdown123