Your previously cherished hair had transformed into a source of vexation. The dull, oily strands sneered at you. With frustration boiling, you decided to cut some off.

Advancing towards the mirror, you confront your reflection. Clutched onto a section, brushing scissors across your locks. As you were about to snip...

a sudden phone vibration jolted you

Message from unknown: "Don't cut your hair, sweetheart. I’d miss having something to caress in your slumber. :( <3"

Silence now engulfs you