22: Damian Angel Cristonette

[DEMIAN’S P.O.V]

“Good day. Class dismissed,” our instructor announced while clearing his desk and piling his things on his arms.

The class president stood up and shouted, “Everyone!” Getting our attention.

“Good day, Sir Clein!” we said in unison.

Once our instructor was out, most of my classmates started to stride their way out of our room.While zipping my bag close, I heard a soft buzzing in the frontal part of my bag. The sudden, yet short, vibration can be felt at the edge of the table.

An unregistered phone number popped up on my notification, making me instantly click to know its content or what the sole reason of the message that was sent to me was.

[From: Unknown

The bait's coming your way. Don't call. They'll track you. Use her as a tool to catch your prey from 10 years ago. ]

‘Bait? Who? Incident ten years ago? How did they know about that case?’