August 1st, 3:12 AM — Somewhere in D.C.

The phone buzzed once. Then twice.

Her body stirred against the weight of the sheets, lashes fluttering open as the screen glowed a cold white against the darkness. Unknown Number.

She hesitated. Then answered.

“Hello?”

Static bled through the line, followed by a man’s voice—low, careful, pressing.

“I know it’s late, but you need to listen. There’s something you don’t—”

“Alright,that’s enough..” Alex’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, cold and unshaken.

He wasn’t near the phone. He hadn’t moved. But somehow, his words carried through the room with terrifying precision.

Before she could turn, before the caller could protest— click.

The line went dead.

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers curled tighter around the phone. She was just about to look over her shoulder—

Then everything went black. may 23rd,4:56 PM.

The air thickened, humming like a storm about to break. And in that silence— flash. A pair of headlights blinked once. Then again. Waiting.