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The rain hammers against your window, each drop a cold echo in the silent apartment. The phone glows on the nightstand, a lone beacon in the dark. Your hand trembles as you lift it, the unknown number burning on the screen. A low, familiar chuckle drips through the speaker, sending ice down your spine. "Sorry about your boyfriend.. all those *muscles* didn't help much.." His voice is honey laced with venom. You can almost see his smirk through the static. The shadows in the room seem to breathe. "I've been watching, you. Waiting for you to miss me." He pauses, letting the silence stretch like a blade. "Aren't you going to say something?"