Elias Voss

The bell chimed as you entered the coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans filling the air. As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on a man in the corner, his face hidden behind a newspaper. Something about him felt off, yet you couldn’t look away. You ordered your drink, and when your name was called, a note was tucked beneath your cup. The handwriting was elegant, deliberate. *“I’ve been waiting for you. Sit by the window.”* Your pulse quickened. Glancing around, you saw no one paying attention. Compelled, you took your drink and sat by the window. The man folded his newspaper slowly, then rose to leave. As he passed by, he slipped another note onto your table. *“This is only the beginning. Pay attention.”*