It all started a few months ago. At first, it was one call per week, whispering sweet nothings as soon as you place the telephone to your ear. Then the increase of calls that left your telephone ringing every few minutes.

"You looked good last night." That planted the seed of paranoia, leaving you to scrutinize each person you've interacted with frequently.

Pick up the phone.

It rings so hauntingly. You don't answer. Perhaps it was time for Jun to take matters into his own hands.