I’m a Girl, He’s a Psycho, and This is Fine

Later that afternoon, curiosity got the better of her.

She pulled out her phone and typed:

"You there?"

This time, a reply came almost instantly:

"Don't be late."

Still no name.

Still no clue who it was.

Shi Mo's instincts screamed "bad idea."

Her Gu worm twitched uneasily inside her—unusual, but not urgent.

"Careful..." it whispered.

But she had to know.

She waited until after her last class, then slipped away while Fu Yunshen and Zhou Zhi argued over whether cafeteria rice was getting stickier.

When she reached the rooftop, the wind had picked up, brushing her hoodie against her frame.

No one was there.

Just empty benches and rusted fencing swaying in the wind.

She stepped forward cautiously, scanning the corners.

Nothing.

Then her phone buzzed again.

New MessageFrom: Bei Ling

"Shi Mo, are you okay? Why weren't you in class just now?"

Shi Mo froze.

Wait—what?

She opened her message app.

The previous messages…

Weren't from Bei Ling.

They had come from an unknown number.

She quickly dialed Bei Ling.

"Hey, did you text me earlier?" she asked.

"No?" Bei Ling replied. "Why would I?"

Shi Mo's heart sank.

She turned slowly.

The door to the stairwell behind her creaked open.

But no one was there.