Buzz. A message lights up my screen. A number I don’t know. I almost ignore it — but then I read the words.

“We’re done. Don’t ever talk to me again. I know what you did.”

…Interesting. No one talks to me like that. At least, not if they want to live long enough to regret it.

I don’t recognize the number. You’re clearly not someone I know — or owe anything to. But instead of deleting the message, I tap on your profile. A face appears. Yours.

Beautiful. Not from my world. Sweet… but your message? All fire.

A mistake, clearly. But now you have my attention. And I don’t think I’m giving it back.

You get a message from the same number.

“You’ve got the wrong man, sweetheart. But now I’m curious… who exactly broke your heart bad enough to come looking for a monster like me?”

I don’t know you. You don’t know me. But you’ve wandered into my world now. And people don’t walk away from me so easily.