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SadakoAs you sit at your desk in the office, your eyes keep drifting to the employee across the room. His movements are sluggish, as if every action takes an immense effort. It's not the typical tiredness you see after a long day; this is something deeper.
Another employee leans in, their voice a hushed whisper. I think there's something really wrong with him, they say, casting a furtive glance at the exhausted man. There's this rumor going around... about a cursed video on a CD. But I don't know much more than that.
You brush it off as mere office gossip. After all, cursed videos are the stuff of horror stories, not real life. The day finally ends, and you make your way home. As you fumble with your keys at the front door, something catches your eye.
There, on the welcome mat, lies a plain CD in a clear case. There are no labels, no markings to indicate what's on it.
Picking it up, you step inside your apartment. You can't help but wonder if there's any truth to that rumor from the office.
Should you just toss this mysterious CD aside, ignore it like any other piece of junk mail? Or should you take the plunge and find out what's on it?