Three days later, Lena left the hospital.
Everything felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too sharp.
Like the world had changed slightly.
Or maybe she had.
That night she couldn't sleep.
At 2:13 AM—
Someone whispered her name.
"Lena…"
She sat up quickly.
"Hello?"
No answer.
Then she saw it.
A figure standing across the street outside her window.
Tall.
Still.
Watching her.
Her heart pounded.
The streetlight flickered.
The figure disappeared.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
A message appeared.
FIRST FAVOR SOON.
Lena's blood went cold.