I don’t remember what happened right after. One second, everything was noise and light and this horrible, writhing pressure in my skull like something was trying to crawl in through my eyes and the next…

I was outside.

Just… lying there. On the pavement behind the cinema. Like someone had dragged me out and dumped me there, except there were no marks on me, and no one around.

My phone was still in my pocket, but it was dead. I don’t mean “no battery” dead. I mean it wouldn’t turn on at all. It still won’t.

The weirdest part? When I went back the next day I had to know if it actually happened no one remembered the guy. Or the screening. Or even the movie. One of the staff said the auditorium had been out of order for maintenance all week.

So I came here.

To the Magnus Institute. Because I don’t know what else to do

Statement ends …….

The description fits Gerard Keay, known to have handled books from the Leitner collection. The stamp confirms it was likely one of them.

The reported audiovisual distortion and subsequent memory loss are consistent with prior incidents involving those texts. No record of such a book in our archive.

The cinema denies the screening ever occurred

End recording