Trembling, she hastily closed all the curtains to block out any prying eyes.

She then dashed into the bathroom and promptly turned on the shower tap.

The icy coldness of the newly released water failed to register in Sarah's senses.

With an absent gaze, she vigorously scrubbed herself, over and over again. Each pass reminded her of the disgusting touch of those filthy hands.

Disgust washed over her. She didn't even realize her eyes were turning bloodshot.

She scrubbed harder and harder, the pain growing more intense. She went at it until her fair skin turned red and some parts even started bleeding.

After what felt like forever, she finally climbed into the bathtub, soaking until the water turned frigid. Then she absentmindedly dried herself off and left the bathroom.

Sarah tried to distract herself by getting some work done, but it was no use. She sat in front of the computer, but her reflection on the black screen only made her feel worse. She just couldn't focus on anything.

Out of nowhere, there was a sudden knock on the door, breaking the silence of the moment. Sarah's heart jumped, and she immediately tensed up.

She cautiously walked toward the door and peeked through the peephole. Standing there was some stranger wearing a black ui Hom and a cap. It made her even more anxious, so she asked with caution, "Who is

“Hello, I've got a package for you."

A package? Sarah's mind raced. She hadn't ordered anything at all!

All sorts of bad thoughts flooded her mind, and she suddenly felt weak.

Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to calm down.

"Oh, just leave it outside. I'll grab it later."

‘The person obliged, placing the package on the floor and heading off.

As soon as she was sure he was gone, Sarah hastily opened the door, grabbed the package, and shut it tightly.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She gave the package a little shake, just to be safe, and then carefully opened it up.

Inside, she found a shiny new phone with a note attached.

And she recognized the handwriting,