Liam opened the file. A young woman, maybe twenty, sat in a dorm room. She was crying silently. Behind her, propped in a desk chair, was a man in his fifties. His skin was waxy. His mouth was slightly open. And his eyes— deadeyes —stared directly into the lens.
Tracking Liam through the screen.
Then the woman said something that made Liam’s blood turn to ice water. r/deadeyes subreddit sidebar verification