**Third person**
Karen stood in front of the bathroom sink, her toothbrush hanging midair as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She took in the wrinkle lines sitting on her forehead; she had somehow managed to go through three years of ageing in a week.
Her phone rang, shrill in the silence. A tremor coursed through her as she watched the device ring with the unknown number displayed.
She wouldn't answer it. What if it was Ashley?
Karen watched the phone ring two more times before the device beeped, a text message notification displaying on her screen.
She wiped on her screen and opened it, her grip on her toothbrush tightening as she read through the message: "My blood is in your hands... literally."
Karen spun around, her eyes wildly scanning the bathroom as if checking wh
