Lina's phone rang far too early.
She groaned, half-asleep, reaching blindly across the nightstand. The screen lit up and she sees ten missed call with a number she didn't recognize.
Unknown.
She hesitated, then answered. "Hello?"
Silence.
"If you call someone ones and the person does not pick up then know that the person is busy", lina voss said angrly on the phone
Then a voice—low, calm, and unfamiliar.
"Tell your brother to watch his back when he's walking."
Lina sat up instantly. "Who is this?"
The line went dead.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
"Hello?" she said sharply, staring at the screen as if it might answer back. It didn't. The call log showed the number for barely three seconds before it vanished, as though it had never existed.
Lina swung her legs off the bed, pulse racing.
Alexander.
This didn't feel like a prank.
It felt deliberate.
She tried calling the number back.
This number is not available.
Her hands trembled as she dropped the phone onto the bed. Lina stood there for a moment, breathing hard, replaying the words over and over.
Watch his back.
That wasn't a warning meant to be ignored.
She rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower without even testing the water temperature. As it heated, she paced, thoughts spiraling.
Was someone watching him?
Had he underestimated something—or someone?
She stepped under the spray, washing quickly, mechanically. No music. No lingering. Her mind was already at his house, already imagining worst-case scenarios.
By the time she stepped out, she was shaking not from cold, but from fear of the person that called her
She dressed fast, pulling on jeans and a loose top, barely glancing in the mirror as she tied her hair back. She grabbed her keys, her bag, then paused.
She typed a message with hurried fingers.
Lina: Where are you right now?
No reply.
Her jaw tightened.
"I'm coming," she muttered, grabbing her phone again and heading for the door.
As she stepped outside, the morning air felt unusually still. Too quiet. Lina locked the door behind her and walked quickly to her car, glancing around the street as if expecting someone to step out from the shadows.
She drove anyway—too fast, hands tight on the steering wheel, heart thudding with every mile closer to Alexander's house.
She didn't know who had called.
She didn't know what they wanted.