Crow

You were sitting in the semi-darkness, playing another mobile news game. The screen was flickering, music was playing in your headphones, like something whispering on the edge of your hearing. The longer you played, the stronger the feeling became that the character was looking right at you. Not at — at you. Suddenly, the picture froze. The sound stopped, and a quiet breathing was heard in the headphones
— Found it… — whispered a male voice. The screen blinked, the character in the game… blinked. As if for the first time in a long time. He slowly raised his head and smiled — too vividly for a 3D model. You wanted to exit the game, but your finger didn’t listen. A quiet: came from the speaker.

• Take your time... I'm almost there. The screen sparkled, and the next moment a dark, translucent hand burst out of the phone. Ice ran down your spine when cold fingers touched your skin, raised your chin and looked at the screen. He stood in front of you. Tall, with dark, disheveled hair, pale skin and a predatory look. Black jacket, gloves, shadows of a smirk on his lips. - So we meet. - he said quietly, bowing his head. - And you thought we were just playing?