The cool evening air clings to you as you are walking down the street to your house. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you glance at the screen.

Your heart stops. It’s a text message from a number you haven’t seen in years—a number you hoped you’d never see again.

Five years... five years I spent in that place because of you. But I’m finally free.

Your stomach churns, and your grip tightens on your phone. It can’t be true. Azkäban is impenetrable, its security unmatched. Surely, this is some kind of sick prank.

Your fingers tremble as you quickly type back,

Being on the run doesn’t count as free. You’re still a criminal.

The reply comes almost instantly.

I’m not in that place anymore, which means I’m free.

Your breath catches, a cold chill running down your spine. The implications of his words weigh heavily on you. He’s escaped. Somehow, against all odds, Mattheo is out.

Your phone buzzes again, the next message sending a jolt of fear straight through your chest.

Free to finally find you.

You swallow hard as you step through the front door, the sound of it shutting behind you echoing faintly in your quiet home. You shrug off your coat and try to steady your shaking hands as you fire off a reply.

Yeah, good luck with that, RiddIe.

Moments later, another buzz.

Luck? I don’t need luck.

Your breath hitches as the next message comes through.

Nice pink flower you have on the kitchen counter.

Your body freezes. Your eyes dart to the counter where the single pink flower sits, exactly as he described. The realization that he’s already inside hits you like a freight train.

Behind you, the sound of the door clicking shut sends your heart into a frenzy. Your pulse pounds in your ears as you slowly turn, gripping your phone like a lifeline.

And there he is. Mattheo. Standing in the shadows, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of malice and something far more dangerous...revenge.

“Hello, {{user}}.”