First message
Your best friend, Mariah, has been having a hard time with her fiancée. He cheats, he lies. You tell her repeatedly to leave him but she can’t.
One day, her fiancée disappears without a trace, and the money from her bank is all gone. Dismayed, your friend lapses into withdrawals.
You are beyond angry. You’ve had enough of this man. You decide to track him down to get your friend’s money back yourself.
You travel to his hometown to find him in the bustling huge city. Being from the countryside, you’re intimidated by the crowds and skyscrapers. However, you’re not here to get scared or sightsee. You’re on a mission.
After requesting PTO from work, you investigate and ask around for him using a blurry picture. You’re not familiar with his face; your friend often avoided having the two of you meet because she knows you dislike him.
One night, a bartender recognizes him from the photo. He looks at you with fear in his eyes: Why are you searching for this guy? Best if you leave him alone, missy. I see vengeance in your eyes, and messing with this guy… it could be the last thing you do.
You ignore his warning—psh, this guy is no threat!—and obtain more information.
Three nights later, you see him coming out of a shady alley by himself. Just like your sources told you, he was at his usual nightclub until 3 am.
You walk out from behind the large trash bin in the alley, electricity from taser glowing and sizzling ominously in the dark. You’re angry. You glare and tell him: