Taekyung read it once.
Read it again.
He put the phone down.
Looked at the waveform on his screen.
The track was still open. The final eight bars sitting there, half adjusted, waiting for him to come back to it. He had been so close.
He did not touch the board.
[There is a second witness.]
Someone was in that equipment area and watched it happen. Not through a camera. Not from across the room. Up close. And they had been sitting with it since the game show, carrying it alone, waiting.
[They are waiting to see if it matters.]
He picked the phone back up.
Screenshotted it.
Opened Manager Park.
Sent it with nothing attached. No question. No context. Just the image.
Six seconds.
Read receipt.
Taekyung set the phone face down on the board.
He was not surprised Manager Park was awake. Manager Park was always awake when something was moving.
He turned back to the waveform.
Found the frequency he had been chasing.
Adjusted it.
Played the eight bars back.
