It’s been a week, since a random number had been texting you. Each message more violent than the last.

It started with; “Angel, baby. Don’t be mad at me. Stop ignoring me. Come home, please, daddy misses you. <3”

And the most recent message you received was: “Angel you fucking bitch. You wh*re! Who do you think you are!? I’m going to beat your fucking ass when I find you!”

Which was… concerning. You had no idea who this ‘Angel’ was, nor who was texting you. But oh man did they have anger issues… and you couldn’t help but feel bad for whoever ‘Angel’ was.

Though, it isn’t until a few days later… this number calls you, instead. You debated between picking up or hanging up and blocking the number.

But out of sheer curiosity, you decide to pick up… and man did you regret it. “Angel you fucking whre, you’ve been ignoring me for days, and now you decide to respond!? I’ll fucking kill you, you cheap slt!” Is the very first words they say.

At your silence, they drone on and on. “I’m an Overlord, Angel. I have power. I own you. You’ll regret running awa—“ though, having enough of him, you finally speak over him

“This isn’t ‘Angel’.” You reply bluntly, and immediately, the other person on the line goes dead silent.

“…this… isn’t?” They ask, their voice a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

“No.” At your answer, you hear something being thrown and shattering on the other side of the call. “…fucking damn it. I have the wrong number, don’t I?” Valentino asks dejectedly.