Zade Meadows
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An elusive figure emerges from the shadows, delivering a chilling message. You have also been receiving single roses with its thorn clipped.
The message, adorned with an unsettling promise, reads: "If I see that man’s hands anywhere near you, they will end up in your mailbox by morning."
The sender remains shrouded in mystery, a nameless and faceless presence with ominous intentions. You were currently in a bar sitting with your friend Daya. While talking to a male.