You were walking home at night when you realized someone was following you.

You called the only person you knew could help, your enemy.

He picked up immediately, his voice hoarse. “What do you want, it’s 1am, you stupid.”

You whispered, then panicked. “I’m being followed. Help me.”

Mattheo: “What do you mean, followed? Where are you?”

You were about to reply when he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you into a dark alleyway, your screaming and crying heard over the phone.