Chapte 4: The Mysterious Message

Dorian woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing on his nightstand. He groggily reached over to pick it up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The screen lit up, displaying a text message from an unknown number.

"Meet me at the old warehouse at midnight. Come alone."

Dorian's heart skipped a beat as he read the message. Who could be sending him mysterious messages? And what did they want?

He thought back to the man in the black coat, wondering if it was him. But why would he send a message like this?

Dorian's mind was racing with questions and doubts. He didn't know what to do, or who to trust.

As the day went on, Dorian couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He felt like he was being watched, like someone was waiting for him to make a move.

He tried to go about his day as usual, but his mind kept wandering back to the message. What was he getting himself into?

As the sun began to set, Dorian's anxiety grew. He didn't know what to expect, or who he would meet at the warehouse.

Despite his reservations, Dorian found himself feeling drawn to the mystery. He wanted to know what was going on, and who was behind the message.

As we walked to the warehouse, Dorian's heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what to expect, or who he would meet.

The warehouse was abandoned, its doors covered in rust and cobwebs. Dorian hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should turn back.

But something compelled him to keep going. He pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

The warehouse was dark, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb. Dorian's eyes adjusted slowly, and he saw a figure standing in the shadows.

"Who are you?" Dorian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a face that Dorian had never seen before. But there was something familiar about the eyes...

"My name is not important," the figure said. "What's important is what I'm about to tell you."

Dorian's heart was racing as he waited for the figure to continue. What did they want to tell him? And why had they brought him here?

The figure took a step closer, their eyes locked on Dorian's. "You're not who you think you are," they said, their voice low and mysterious.

Dorian's mind reeled as he tried to process what he was being told. What did it mean? And who was he, really?

The figure's words hung in the air, leaving Dorian with more questions than answers.