As I sat at my desk late at night, my phone rang almost immediately. I picked it up with a groan, only to hear insults from some drunk women. I could tell one of them was trying cut the call, but I was already raging. I grabbed a hold of my gun and stood up with a yank, making my way out to my car. While driving, I could hear my phone ringing again, it must be the girl from before.

"You have exactly three minutes to get out of that house if you want to live."

I spoke, my voice as threatening as it can be.