Rohan froze. “Ha ha, very funny, Vikram,” he called out to the empty office. His partner in crime had gone home hours ago.

No one ever opened it.

The fluorescent hum of a server room is the last place you’d expect to find the spirit of Pandora. But inside the cramped, dust-choked headquarters of , that’s exactly where Rohan found himself every night.

But as his hand touched the switch, the lights in the room died. Not the monitors—the room . The humming servers went silent. The air grew thick, humid, and smelled of wet ferns and ionized rain.

OEL NGAT KÄ TSENG.`

From the forest floor, a large, whale-like creature—a tulkun—emerged, its eyes mournful. Along its flank, Rohan saw ghostly imprints. Every title 9xmovies had ever hosted. Avatar. Dune. Oppenheimer. Barbie. Each one a scar.

Kaltxì. Oel ngati kameie. Fì'u lu txur. "Hello. I see you. And this time, the watermark is your soul."