chapter 3

Why does he keep making this call?

Whose Phone did I pick up in my pocket?

He had just watched the woman die, spat on her face, and cursed viciously.

“Bitch, just you wait. Next, the one to die will be your damned Lover.”

Then he picked up the woman’s Phone and dialed.

As soon as he dialed, the Phone in my pocket rang.

Could it be that the Phone I picked up belongs to that so-called Lover?

What terrible luck.

But I don’t have time to think about it now.

Because, in the next second, a Man with a Knife might appear in front of me, bent over, looking Under the Bed.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face covered in blood.

He looked at me.

Showing his white teeth, he grinned at me.

“Heh heh, found you.”

Just imagining this scene terrified me.

I felt my mental state starting to unravel.

All I wanted was to steal something-how did I end up at a murder scene?

It was pitch black all around.

Suddenly, I realized.

I couldn’t see where he was. I couldn’t see his feet. I had no idea where he’d gone.

All I could hear was the soft sound of footsteps.

He was searching for the Phone.

I’m doomed.

He might look Under the Bed any second now.

I steeled myself.

If I die, so be it. I deserve it.

At worst, I’ll fight him to the death.

He hadn’t turned on the light. In the darkness, he might not have the advantage over me.

I was ready to rush out and fight for my life.

But then the vibration.

Suddenly stopped.

No one answered the call, and the system automatically hung up.

The Man’s footsteps stopped somewhere.

He was probably flipping through the Phone, trying to dial again.

When your eyes look at a bright light and then back into the darkness, there are a few seconds of blindness.

Now!

I quickly pulled out the Phone.

Stuffed it Under the corpse.

The Phone was pressed tightly beneath the body.

Sure enough.

I was right.

A few seconds later.

The vibration sounded again.