She looked at the very first picture sent to her. That one is taken from outside the window. Analyzing it, searching for any clues. But there was nothing. All she could see was herself and two girls having their backs facing the camera. She didn't know the girls as far as she can remember. And she could clearly remember them giving the looks that tell her they don't like her.
She didn't mind though. All she wanted to do that time was to go home and just lie down on her bed.
She put the picture down. The police don't have any luck tracking the number. But she can't give up. Not now when somebody's been playing a sick joke on her. She had to find whoever it was. He's either someone who's directly involved or someone who knew everything and made it a hobby to scare her.
She has to catch
