CHARLES FOX,
The following day, I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the stack of paperwork in front of me. I couldn't focus. Ruby's phone, her scent lingering in that empty warehouse, and the unanswered questions clawed at my mind. The whole night, I hadn't slept; my thoughts were fixated on where she was, who had taken her, and why they were targeting her.
As I was about to lose myself in spiraling thoughts, my phone rang, vibrating loudly on the desk. At first, I ignored it, assuming it was Seth or someone from work, but the ringing continued, incessant and jarring. With a sigh, I picked it up, my frustration mounting.
"Who is this?" I growled, not in the mood for games.
There was a brief pause on the other end, then a distorted voice spoke, chilling and robotic. "If you ever want
