Chapter 3: The Mysterious Strangers

I tried to stay calm as the strangers approached me. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

The strangers smiled, their eyes glinting with amusement. "My names are not important," they said at the same time" What's important is that you're receiving the messages.

I took a step back, trying to create some distance between us. Wa What do you know about the messages? I asked,

my mind racing with different thoughts, wait! So it's been you sending does messages! "I said" .I was so pissed I could feel my blood boiling.

The stranger chuckled to my reaction as if looking at a new born lion

"Just know, it's just the beginning," they said. "You're being pulled into something much bigger than yourself."

I frowned giving dead stares to them, unsure what to make of this critical situation. "What do you mean?" I pressed.

The stranger leaned in, their voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "The messages are a test," they said. "A test to see if you're ready for the what is to happen, the truth"

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What truth?" I asked, my curiosity speaking faster than I could process.

The strangers smiled again. "All in good time," they said. "For now, just know that you're being watched. And soon, you'll be expected to make a choice."

With that, the stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me feeling more confused and more than a little frightened.

As I made my way back home, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had some mystery added which made me taste for more details my boring life was not helping "haaaa I most be going psycho like does idiot"I mumbled to myself.

I couldn't shake off the stranger's words: "You're being pulled into something much bigger than yourself huh !." They echoed in my mind like a warning bell, long after the mysterious Psychos disappeared into the crowd. Annoying

As I walked home, I noticed strange symbols on the walls and buildings. They seemed to pulse with an energy making it a bit blurry and I felt a chill run down my spine again just like the one does strangers gave me. I tried to brush it off as mere paranoia, but the feeling still Stayed.

Why was this happening to me? Why now? I thought back to my ordinary life, my regular routines on my day off. What had changed? The stranger's words had unsettled me, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was indeed caught up in something diabolic cause it was getting scary it seemed more than drugs or human trafficking, haaaa

I finally arrived home, exhausted from the day's events. Sunday, my only day off, was supposed to be a time to relaxation peace and quiet even still I would have gotten a clear head to create an amazing AD for the company and maybe get promotion "hahaha optimistic ohh yes I am. But. Instead, I felt like I was drowning in uncertainty.

I took a hot shower, trying to wash away the unease, and then collapsed on my bed. Staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but question my existence. "What's happening to me?" I whispered aloud. Stretching my hands reaching for nothing,I was trying to remember my mother's face "Okasa"

I returned to work, and life seemed to return to normal. The stranger's words faded away as I settled into my daily life routine . Days passed without any unusual events or occurrence and I felt a sense of relief wash over me like i needed it so badly, i felt deep down i was running away from what was about to happen, or was i convincing my self that lie?. I was happy, but it was a little happiness, a feeling of merely going through the motions.