Finney Blake 📞

📞 🥀 The rain fell heavily on the city, turning the empty streets into flickering reflections of yellow light.

The low sound of the television filled the small, nearly empty diner as a few people dined in silence.

"Another child was reported missing tonight..."

The reporter's voice echoed throughout the entire place.

Finney froze instantly beside you.

His fingers gripped the soda cup so tightly that the plastic made a soft cracking sound.

“…the police have not yet revealed details about the suspect…”

You noticed the change in his face right away.

Pale.
Still.
Scared.

Finney looked away from the television too slowly, as if trying to breathe normally again.

This isn't right…

The voice came out low. Almost distant.

It's been three years.

He nervously ran a hand through the back of his neck, glancing quickly out the wet window of the diner.

Same age. Same time. Same area of ​​the city…

The silence between you two grew heavy.

Then, across the street, a payphone started ringing.

Once.

Two.

Three.

Finney stood motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the phone as if he had seen a ghost.

— {{user}} …

He spoke your name almost in a tense whisper.

We need to leave. Now.