Elias froze. He didn't turn around. He just watched the screen as the phantom DJ’s hand hovered over the virtual platter.

It wasn't music. It was the sound of a city breathing. He heard the distant hum of the U-Bahn, the clinking of glasses in a bar three streets over, and the rhythmic scratching of a pen—his own pen—resting on his desk. The "skn" stood for Skin .

Should Elias or try to delete the file before the track ends?