"My father didn’t die in the fire at the transmitter station. He was taken. And tonight, at 18:00, I’m going to show you why. This broadcast is mobile because the signal follows me. They can’t shut down what they can’t find."

But at 14:55, every smartphone in the city—regardless of carrier, battery level, or airplane mode—lit up simultaneously. Not with a notification. With a live video feed .

I dropped the phone. It hit the pavement and didn’t break. Instead, it began to ring—a number I didn’t recognize, from a country that didn’t exist.

The man was young—maybe twenty-five—with hollow cheeks and eyes that looked like they’d been drawn in charcoal. He wore a vintage Kanal 5 lanyard and sat in what appeared to be a moving vehicle. The camera shook. Behind him, through a tinted window, I saw the blur of the New Belgrade towers.

And then, in the reflection of my own dark screen, I saw my face—but my mouth was moving, forming words I had never spoken.

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And then, in the reflection of my own dark screen, I saw my face—but my mouth was moving, forming words I had never spoken.