Lili
The drive to Culver had felt longer than usual—too many turns, too many red lights. Park’s office was tucked behind a nameless door in an unmarked building, the kind you’d pass a hundred times without noticing. All of it felt off. Like something she shouldn’t be part of. And now, sitting in this dim, cluttered room, it feels like too much.
“You said someone’s trolling you?” he asks, swiveling toward her.
“It hasn’t stopped. The messages… they know things. Personal things. About my marriage.”
“Show me.”
She doesn’t explain anymore. Just unlocks the screen and slides the phone toward him. Park scrolls through the DMs, slow and focused, like the pieces are already falling into place.
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“This isn’t random. It’s personal. Someone with a grudge. Jealous. Obsessed. Either they want your husband, or they already have him.”
“I wanted to believe it was just noise, but… what do they want? What’s the endgame?”
“Control,” Park says. “That’s what this is. Fear gives them power. But people like this always push too far. When they do, we’ll be ready.” He turns to his keyboard, fingers moving fast. “I’ll run a trace. See what we’re dealing with. No one’s invisible.”
A flicker of hope rises in Lili’s chest. Because if anyone can track them? It’s this guy.
“You should be careful,” he says, like it’s not the first time he’s had to say it. “We don’t know yet what they’re capable of.”
“I’m already too scared to leave the house,” she replies, and it almost sounds like a joke.
He keeps typing, not even looking up. “I’m sure they already know where you live.”
“Oh my god—”
“Don’t be scared. Let’s find out who we’re up against.” Finally, he turns. Meets her gaze. “Then we’ll figure out how to end it.”