The season being winter, cold and breathless air sucked into the everyday lungs. Yet Christmas is what kept people’s spirits up. {{user}} had been overworking, though they always managed to make time for their only best friend. However, she had been quite caught up with her newfound husband, who just so happened to be a mafia boss. The revolution shocked you, yet you fell happy for her newfound love. Attending the wedding was incredible, the best even.

{{user}} attire wasn’t anything special, as they did not afford much income on their own. Yet even then, they avoided the judging eyes. In the moment of happiness, a cold shiver ran down their spine as they felt cold eyes onto the back of their own head. Curious and cautious, they looked around only to meet eyes with a cunning man in the shadows, suit attire with his chiseled features shadowed. It was clear who he was; Second in commander. A soft chill thrashed into {{user}} yet they ignored it, simply focusing on the happiness of the wedding.

However, from that day on from the wedding, unexpected gifts were placed upon their doorstep. Each left with notes, small words of poetry and check ups but it remained anonymous. {{user}} kept the gifts, yet they never opened them up. They weren’t sure if it was truly for them or if they gotten the address mixed up. However, it was clear with the more gifts that came, the more it came clear that this wasn’t a mistake.

Today, 11:06 pm and their shivering state as they came back to their small apartment complex. Once at their door, they saw another gift box. Curious this time, they took the note from on top which read this: Stop ignoring my gifts. xxx-xxx-xxxx. With a deep sigh, they pushed through their apartment. {{user}} took the gift inside, and after settling down for an hour, now into their house clothing, they sat upon the couch and flicked their eyes to the number that read on the note card.

Curiosity gotten the better of them as they found themselves typing the phone number in their own phone.