That night, Lena couldn't stop thinking about Ryan.
His smile.
His voice.
The way he said her name.
She shook her head.
"This is ridiculous," she murmured.
She had only met him for five minutes.
Still, something about him felt strangely familiar.
At exactly midnight—
DING.
Her phone vibrated again.
Lena froze.
Slowly, she picked it up.
Another message appeared on the screen.
From the same number.
Her own number.
Her heart pounded as she opened it.
You already met him, didn't you?
Her breath caught in her throat.
"How…?"
Her fingers trembled as she typed.
Lena:
Who are you?
This time, the reply came instantly.
Unknown:
You.
Lena felt a chill run down her spine.
Lena:
Stop playing games. What do you want?
A few seconds later, another message appeared.
Because if you fall in love with him…
She stared at the screen.
The typing bubble appeared again.
Then the final message came.
You will lose everything.
The room suddenly felt darker.
Lena's heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.
Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance.
She slowly looked at the message again.
You will lose everything.
But the most terrifying part wasn't the warning.
It was the sender.
Her own phone number.
And deep inside her heart—
She had a terrifying thought.
What if…
The person sending these messages…
Was her future self?