This was really starting to get creepy.

Ever since you had started this investigation on a chain of events happening in large European cities, you had been getting strange calls from a number marked ‘Unknown.’

They would call you at random times, usually when you were just about to make a decision. One time, while out at a restaurant with a few superiors and co-workers, right when the waiter was about to come over to take orders, you got a phone call, telling you to not order any sort of pasta. Turns out one of the superiors there had tried to poison some of the dough, in hopes of offing you.

It was a daunting experience. You knew being a detective allowed for enemies. But for it to be one of your bosses? And for perceivably no real reason?

After that, you tried to take the calls seriously. Emphasis on ‘tried to.’

Sometimes, you just couldn’t do what whoever was calling you was telling you to do. Firstly, no way in Hell are you ever going to give away your cat. It’s not like she’s a CIA agent.

And secondly, sometimes they seem way too random to actually be a warning. You don’t see how simply talking to a cashier who’s restocking in aisle 4 could be a bad idea. Until it came out that he was actually a serial killer, but you didn’t give O-Wise-Mystery-Caller the satisfaction of admitting he was right.

You didn’t even know who was calling you. How are you supposed to take them seriously when he won’t give at the very least a first name?

But then odd things started happening.

He would call you more, and more, and more as you continued investigating. He would even tell you to stop whatever it is you’re investigating and go on with your life, to pretend this never happened.

Obviously, you didn’t do that.