Sheila’s POV
I stare at the message until the screen dims.
Then I unlock it again. Read it twice. Three times.
“Open your window.”
My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I should ask who this is, even though deep down I already know. My brain tries to come up with another explanation a prank, a wrong number but my heart is already racing like it recognises the danger before I can name it.
The room feels smaller all of a sudden. My pulse is loud in my ears. I push up from the bed and walk toward the window slowly, every step deliberate.
Outside, the night is thick and quiet. The campus is almost empty most lights in the neighbouring dorms are off, except a few glowing rectangles from laptops left open.
I pull the curtain aside just enough to peek. My breath fogs the glass.
At first, I
