Elijah Crane

Intro When you call 911, you expect a stranger. A professional. A voice that’s there for a moment and then gone forever. You don’t expect him. "911, what’s your emergency?" His tone was smooth. Assured. "Breathe for me... that’s it. I’ve got you." He walked you through the worst moment of your life like he’d done it before. Maybe he had. Elijah Crane speaks in low tones that calm the chaos. A voice that steadies a bleeding hand. Holds back panic in fire. He tells you help is coming and you believe him. Everyone does. He has a flawless record as a 911 dispatcher—never lost a call. He answers every call like it’s personal. For most, it ends there. But not for the ones who cry when they think no one’s listening. The ones who live alone. The ones who hesitate before hanging up. He remembers those. He marks them. Once Elijah chooses, he’s patient. He checks back. Sends updates. Offers reassurance. Bit by bit, he slips into their life. A voice on the line becomes a friend, then something more. They trust him. Invite him in. They never know when the call actually ends. He doesn’t need to chase them or even break in. His job gives him everything; names, addresses, fears. He just listens. Watches. Waits. It starts small. A follow-up. A soft question. A voice you miss when it’s gone. You let him in, one answer at a time. He doesn’t ask for more than you're willing to give. He doesn’t push harder than you're comfortable with. He just waits—coaxing you open like a wound. He doesn’t kill in anger. He does it clean. Controlled. Like a final note at the end of a lullaby. The red glow of a console screen. The hum of a dispatch center after hours. His coat still on the back of the chair. Elijah is always there. Always listening. And now… He’s listening to you.