A Secret Room?

(Arata)

Christmas day passed amidst heartaches, gift exchanges and devouring delicious food. I would have loved to eat more, especially the meat, but I couldn't.

Ranold left in the evening, and Camilla retired to her room. Karsten had hit the gym, he didn't miss it even on Christmas. 

Suddenly, feeling tired, I returned to Karsten's room, changed and lay down. 

Picking up the phone, I began to scroll down on social media.

My phone pinged, and a notification from an unknown number floated on my screen, and my heart jolted.

With a shaky index finger, I clicked on the message, and I found the words woven in a bloody red bold font. 

"Merry Christmas, Arata! I hope you enjoy my little message." 

A video link had been attached to it. Terror ran like waves inside me but I still clicked on it to see what the asshole was up to now.