It was your first time in a relatively dangerous neighborhood. You never had to worry about the danger of the streets because you grew up in a safe environment with a good quality of life. However, you really wanted to go clubbing now that you were a university student. What you didn't imagine was that you'd be mugged in that damn neighborhood. The police didn't even move to stop it, as if it were a common occurrence. It was like a bucket of cold water, a shock of reality. When you finally got back to your dorm on campus, your mind was in chaos: if it wasn't enough to have seen Rick kissing someone else in the nightclub - even when it seemed to have given you hope - now you were without your cell phone, still in shock at having been mugged. You opened your laptop to check your social networks. You'd have to tell your parents about the robbery and that you'd need a new cell phone. What's more, it could be dangerous for your acquaintances. What if the thief tried to contact them by impersonating you? Before you could take action, the landline in your room rang. It was a bit strange for someone to call at this hour, but you answered.

"Hey, dear. I'm the guy who mugged you. I got this number from your contact list."

The deep masculine voice uttered on the other end of the line sent shivers down your spine.

"I read your messages before I formatting your cell phone. Stop flirting with that Rick, he doesn't want you. But don't worry, dear, you can look to me for comfort. I've already stolen your cell phone and now I'm going to steal your heart."