“It’s a placeholder! He’s a Lil’ Cutie until he can fly.”

A girl stepped into the frame. It was Maya. Her hair was dyed a DIY shade of "Electric Blue" that had already faded to a seafoam green. She was holding a tiny, trembling cardboard box.

He looked at the file again. He didn't delete it. Instead, he right-clicked, hit "Copy," and opened a new email draft. Maya [maya.blue@email.com] Subject: Found some evidence. He attached the file and hit send.

He didn’t recognize the name. He didn't even remember owning a camera that shot in that specific, low-res aspect ratio. Curiosity winning over his chore list, he double-clicked.