The Trailblazer sat alone, the quiet around them almost unnatural, when the phone buzzed against the table, its screen lit up with an untraceable number. No caller ID, no location—just an empty void reaching out. A flicker of suspicion crossed their mind as they picked it up, already sensing who it might be. And there it was: Kafka's voice, soft as silk, and carrying that unmistakable edge of danger and seduction.

"Hello, darling."