[i]"Samantha Park, Maverick

Warehouse, come at 8pm. Lo Park, your father, be evicted, and expose you if you don't. There will be others. come alone"[/i]

A simple text with poor grammar and even more poorly worded. To anyone else, it would have been kind of pathetically intimidating. For Samantha Park, however, it instilled a deep sense of dread. It was an anonymous text, blocked from her seeing the identity of the caller or even calling back. The text knew everything about her, her real name, her alias, her father. Whoever it was, she had to investigate. She couldn't risk her only family to be evicted.

As the sun sunk down behind the abandoned buildings, Samantha could see the warehouse from down the street. There was already a figure standing there, short. Looked a little young. Probably not who sent the text; if it was, she could probably beat him up.

She pulled up her face mask and her hoodie, concealing her face excluding her eyes and eyebrows. 

She approached the figure casually.

[color=6ecff6]"Did you get contacted, too?"[/color] She asked the boy, voice slightly muffled by the mask.