Elena's POV
The sun had barely risen when my phone buzzed, jolting me awake. Groggy and disoriented, I glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. I hesitated for a moment, then answered.
"Hello?"
A voice, smooth yet sinister, came through the line. "Elena. I need you to meet me at the old warehouse on Pine Street. Come alone."
My heart skipped a beat. "Who is this?"
"That's not important. Just be there in an hour, or there will be consequences."
Panic surged through me. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who you are and what this is about."
The voice chuckled. "You have one hour." The line went dead.
I sat there, my mind racing. I immediately recorded the conversation on my phone, just in case. I needed to tell someone. Without wasting another second, I rushed downstairs where my mom and Olivia were already in the kitchen, sipping their morning coffee.