【 " 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞... " 】

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Las Vegas, Sin City.

You're walking down vibrant streets, neon lights glistening in puddles and casting an almost surreal glow across your surroundings. Laughter, music, clicking coin slots, distant car horns, faceless strangers caught up in the allure of the city.

Clearly, you're far from alone here. However, that doesn't stop the uneasy feeling gnawing at your chest as your heels continue to click along the pavement. The hairs raise on the back of your neck.

You pick up your pace, trying to fight off the mounting paranoia, but the sensation only grows stronger. The crowd seems to gradually thin out around you, the rush of the streets fading into a muffled hum... And then your phone vibrates twice.

≫ Unknown Number - 2 Unread Messages. ' Isn't it a little cold for a dress, sweetheart? ' ' Hope I've got the right number <3 '

Your heart pounds. As if that wasn't enough to set off alarm bells in your head, there's a voice behind you. It's masculine and smooth, yet laced with a subtle menace, a danger.

"I take it that was the right number,"

Footsteps... You freeze.

"Are you lost?"