The night was quiet.
Lena sat on her bed, staring at the soft glow of her phone screen. Outside her window, the city lights flickered like distant stars. It was almost midnight, and the silence in her small apartment felt heavier than usual.
She sighed and tossed her phone beside her pillow.
Another boring day.
Another lonely night.
Just as she was about to close her eyes—
DING.
Her phone vibrated suddenly.
Lena frowned.
"Who would text me at this hour?"
She picked up her phone and unlocked it.
A single message appeared on the screen.
Unknown Number:
Don't fall in love with him.
Lena blinked in confusion.
"What…?"
She checked the number again.
Her heart skipped a beat.
The message wasn't from an unknown number.
It was from her own phone number.
Her fingers went cold.
"That… that's impossible."
She quickly typed back.
Lena:
Who is this?
A few seconds passed.
No reply.
She checked the time.
12:00 AM exactly.
The message had been sent at midnight.
A strange feeling crept into her chest. Half fear, half curiosity.
Maybe someone was playing a prank.
She tried calling the number.
But the phone only showed one thing—
Calling… Lena.
Her own name.
Her breathing grew slower.
"How can someone text me from my own number?"
The room suddenly felt colder.
Lena threw the phone onto the bed.
"I'm overthinking this," she whispered.
"It must be a glitch."
But something about the message kept echoing in her mind.
Don't fall in love with him.
Him?
Who was him?
Lena shook her head and forced herself to sleep.
Yet deep inside, she had a strange feeling…
That this message was not a mistake.
It was a warning.
And soon—
She would understand why.