The message had come through on my phone, a heightening jolt that prickled my skin. Lucas, a man whose very presence could invoke shivers even through a digital message, had spoken. His words weren't just instructions. They carried a weight, a subtle menace that gnawed at the edge of my consciousness. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more lurking beneath his brief commands.
I glanced down at my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen as I prepared to record the number. “Okay, I’m going to record the number here,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. The name behind the message was irrelevant. It was the content that was unnerving.
Lucas’s message was as succinct as it was ominous: “On Saturday night, you are off to rest. But pay attention to your journey, Va
