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“Pitter, patter”, the rain drops sounded
                against the busy street.


                The  warm  smell  of  freshly  baked  pastries
                brushed  past  my  face.  Taking  a  sip  of  my  An
                soothing  hot  coffee,  I  continued  to  flip
                through  pages,  all  hung  up  on  this  book  I
                recently got. Nothing was better than a cosy   Unexpected
                afternoon  spent  in  a  cafe  while  the  rain
                poured on outside.


                “Buzz…”. A noise diverted my concentration
                from the book, which was followed by a flash
                of light from my phone screen.


                "UNKNOWN : Hello"



                It wasn't anything out of the ordinary to get a
                message  from  an  unknown  number,  even
                more so when you're in the business sector.
                But something about this one made me feel
                nauseated.  Shrugging  the  uneasy  feeling,  I
                continued  to  dive  deeper  into  the  fiction
                presented to me by the book.


                Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man
                entering the quiet cafe. He was tall, very tall.   Those eyes.
                His  clothes  consisted  of  a  suit  and  tie  all
                drenched in the unforgiving weather. He was        As  I  scanned  through  my  memories,  a  moment
                clutching  something  white  in  his  hand.        struck  me.  I  could  feel  the  gut  wrenching  feeling
                Grunting,  he  brushed  his  hand  against  his    slowly  settle  in  my  abdomen.  Chilling  shards  of

                dripping  hair,  flicking  the  wet  strands  away  what felt like sharp icicles crawling up my spine. I
                from his eyes. He proceeded to take off his        froze, completely still, not a single breath escaping
                coat  and  hang  it  on  the  coat  hanger,        my mouth.
                revealing  a  clean  dry  shirt  he  wore          The man walked towards me, smirking as he stood
                underneath.  He  scanned  the  room  before        right  before  me.  Slowly  opening  his  tight  fist,  he
                 averting his eyes directly to me. There it was    placed  the  white  paper  onto  the  small  wooden
                again, the sickening feeling.                      coffee table. Sliding the paper over to my side, all
                                                                   my  worries  turned  into  pure  rage  as  I  saw  my
                Something  in  his  piercing  bright  blue  eyes   number on it.
                darkened.
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