Martín slammed the laptop shut.

His father.

Suddenly, the picture snapped into focus. Movistar Liga de Campeones logo in the corner. The crisp, plastic pitch of the Bernabéu. A Spanish commentator muttering about tactical setups.

The picture flickered. Behind his father, a door opened. A silhouette in a technician’s uniform—but wrong, too stiff, too precise. The Movistar logo in the corner flickered and changed. It read: SEÑAL SECUESTRADA .

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Martín’s throat closed. The buffer bar in his mind filled with static.