The crosshair appeared. She dragged a careful rectangle around the rogue element. A soft camera shutter sound clicked. No file saved to the desktop. No cluttered Downloads folder. Just a quiet, invisible transfer—a perfect copy of the anomaly now living on her clipboard.

Her muscle memory took over. She didn't reach for her phone. She didn't scramble for a snipping tool. She simply pressed: .

She opened Slack, clicked into the #bug-report channel, and pressed .

Then it happened. A flicker. A misaligned pixel in the UI—just for a fraction of a second. But Elena saw it.