A mask and 6 requests

It began with coffee.

Steam rising.

Sky clear.

Nothing waiting.

Then the phone rang.

A voice—

bent by static,

scraped thin by something colder than fear.

“Zac is mine.”

“Seven tasks. No questions.”

“Do them, or he’s gone.”

No name.

No reason.

Just the sound of the line going dead—

and everything after

coming to life.

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