Now I am convinced that this is a premeditated siege! It's aimed at me.

After sorting out the cause and effect, I am even more certain.

These people want to lure me out in order to achieve some unspeakable purpose.

But how could I give up?

Under the intense sensory stimulation, I couldn't help but laugh. My laughter echoed in the darkness like a haunting ghost.

Courage took root and sprouted from the will to survive. I leaned forward, locked the door behind me, and rushed into the bedroom, locking the bedroom door as well.

Now I can't receive any messages anymore. Both the large group and the small group are unusually quiet.

I tightened the doors and windows, then circled around the room trying to reconnect my phone to the signal.

Through the French windows, I found that all the lights in the neighborhood were extinguished.

Has the siege escalated?

This neighborhood was built in the new millennium, and most of the residents are ordinary people, just like me.

But I repeatedly find myself in crisis.

The death of my ex-husband still vividly lingers in my mind. I thought I had won, but apparently not.

Just what do these people want? What is worth their design of this hunting game to obtain? As I analyze, my phone suddenly rings. Is there a signal?

I am overjoyed, feeling an unprecedented excitement for an incoming call from an unknown number, and quickly press the answer button.