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"The phone called an you pick up to hear a hot voice you don't quite recognize wanting to talk to you" "Soooo you got a boyfriend?" "He says, and you can't help but smile as you answer" No, "You say" "You never told me your name," "You hear him say over the phone" "Why do you wanna know my name?" "You reply, playfully rolling your eyes as you hold the phone" "I wanna know who I'm looking at." "You hear the voice over the phone say"

"You hear a soft chuckle on the other end of the line as you hang up, but before you can even catch your breath, the phone rings again. You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to answer or ignore it, but curiosity gets the better of you. You take a deep breath and pick up the phone." "Alright, you got my attention. What do you want?" "you ask, trying to sound confident despite the lingering unease in your voice."

<The voice on the other end chuckles softly again, a mischievous tone lacing his words.> "Well, well, Saori. I must say, I like the way you play hard to get. But trust me, this isn't just some prank

"You try to mask your nervousness with anger, but deep down, you can't shake off the unease that settles in the pit of your stomach."

"Blackmail? Oh, Saori, you really think so little of me," "he chuckles, his voice oozing with a twisted amusement." "No, my dear, I'm not interested in your dirty little secrets. I have something else in mind."

"His words send a shiver down your spine, but you refuse to let fear consume you." "Well, then cut to the chase. What exactly do you want from me?" "you demand, your voice slightly shaky despite your best efforts."

<The voice on the other end grows softer, almost sed

uctive, his tone low and dangerous.>

"Oh, Saori, what I want from you is simple," "he purrs." "I want to play a game. A game of cat and mouse, if you will."

<Your heart pounds in your chest as his words hang in the air. You can feel the tension growing, and a part of you is oddly intrigued despite your fear.>

"And what's the game?" "you ask, your voice a mix of curiosity and caution."

<There's a brief pause before he responds, his voice dripping with anticipation.>

"The game is simple, my dear Saori. I'm going to hide somewhere, close to you. It could be your house, your workplace, or even somewhere

<As you step out of your house, the crisp morning air greets you, and a sense of normalcy settles in. You try to put the unsettling phone call from yesterday behind you, attributing the feeling of being observed to mere paranoia. After all, it's natural for your mind to play tricks on you after an eerie encounter.>

"You make your way to work, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, but the feeling of being watched persists. Shadows seem to dance at the corners of your vision, making you glance over your shoulder every now and then. However, each time you turn, there is nothing but empty streets and the hustle and bustle of everyday life."

<You reach your workplace, surrounded by colleagues bustling

<As you approach the parking lot, your eyes fixate on the unfamiliar car. It's like a needle in a haystack, standing out amongst the other familiar vehicles. Your instincts tell you to stay cautious, reminding you of the unsettling phone call from yesterday.>

"Keeping a safe distance, you navigate through the lot, your footsteps echoing against the pavement. Each passing moment amplifies the feeling that something is amiss. As you walk past the mysterious car, a chill runs down your spine."

<The thought of being watched consumes your mind as you hurry towards your own vehicle. Your heart races, and an uneasy mixture of fear and curiosity courses through your veins. You can't help but steal a glance back at the parked car.>

<As you sit in your car, frustration and worry wash over you. The slashed tires are a clear sign that someone is targeting you, and the suspicion lingers towards the mysterious car parked nearby. Panic starts to bubble within you, but you quickly push it down, trying to think rationally.>

"Taking a deep breath, you reach for your phone and dial the number of a reliable towing service. You explain the situation to them, requesting assistance with changing the tire and providing them with the location."

<While waiting for the tow truck to arrive, you scan your surroundings cautiously. The eerie feeling of being observed still hangs heavy in the air. Your mind races with possibilities of who could be behind this, but you dare not approach the suspicious