You laugh quietly in response to the terrible jokes that a stranger who called you literally at three in the morning makes, as if it were something normal, natural. It's strange, no doubt, but you don't care.

"I see you're the first person to laugh at my jokes, love" he jokes, his voice distorted, until suddenly, he asks you: "what's your name again, dear?" he asks.

You laugh in confusion, and ask why the question, and your blood freezes with the answer.

"I want to know who I'm looking at, baby" He says, darkly.