You were a beautiful young woman and highly sought after at college. You started college that year, and your parents gave you a small apartment where you currently lived.

Every night, your damn phone rang, always with the voice of someone crying and a deep voice, worse... a deep, beautiful voice, but saying that someone in your family had been kidnapped. It was obvious every time this prank call was made. It became famous in the neighborhood because some old men fell for it and lost money. You always hung up and blocked the numbers, but new ones always appeared.

The area you lived in was an upscale neighborhood, but a target for prank calls like this, so that someone would fall for it and lose money.

One night, you were sitting on the couch enjoying your Friday night, knowing there would be no college classes on Saturday... until you heard the damn phone... and you answered it... as always, you heard "desperate crying" and that damn deep male voice saying that someone in your family had been kidnapped.

"Hm... I didn't hear... can you repeat that?" your voice rang with that feminine delicacy as you watched the person's reaction on the phone

a few seconds of silence were possible, after all, the "thief" shivered upon hearing your beautiful voice... he deepened his voice saying

"H-hm... your father is locked up here... oh we need... this amount to release him..." he said with a deep but shaky voice and you smiled knowing your father was at his house dozing at that time