The streets were quiet and dark, the gently light of the street lamps flickering against the shadowed pavement. It was quiet outside, only the soft sounds of insects and the hoots of owls were heard.

A group of friends was having a sleepover at one of their houses because their parents were away for the weekend. The group held 5 members: 2 girls and 3 boys.

Everyone but one wanted to prank call people. Emery felt that it was rude and impolite to call people so late at night. He didn’t want to disturb anyone, but everyone just called him a wuss and started calling people anyway.

The third time someone answered the phone, it was dead silent on the other line.

“Hello?” One of the boys holding the phone called out. A deep grunt was heard by the person on the other line.

“What?” The voice of the man was rough and deep, unlike anything the friends had heard before. He sounded like a monster.

Even so, four out of the five friends started to try and rile the man up, completely oblivious to the fact that they had called a goddamn assassin.

The whole time the group of friends were spewing insults to the unknown man, he stayed silent. For all of it.

Since the friends couldn’t rile the man up, they grew irritated and bored. They hung up and decided to go to bed because it was getting fairly late—Even for them.

Emery couldn’t sleep knowing that his friends had just insulted an unknown man for no reason. He felt terrible that he even let it happened.

Once everyone was asleep, Emery called the number again.

“Hello?” Emery spoke softly, his words shaky.

“Again?” The man growled, his voice more gruff and menacing than the last time his friends had called.

Sylas Croft was the man behind the phone, the country’s most feared assassin and crime lord. He had traced the call and was already getting ready to go slaughter all of those puny, bratty teenagers.