Third Person P.O.V.
The air was thick with unease as morning light filtered through the windows of Bella's home. The scent of breakfast still lingered faintly, but the room that was moments ago buzzing with conversation and warm laughter had now been overtaken by a heavy, ominous stillness.
Bella stood by the counter, her fingers curled around her phone, her eyes locked on the screen as it vibrated with an incoming call from an unknown number. Her breath caught in her throat. Something about it felt wrong. Instinct screamed at her.
She answered it.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end sent a shiver down her spine. It was emotionless, synthetic—the unmistakable sound of an AI-generated voice. Masculine in tone, but with no traceable humanity behind it.
"Hello, Bella," the voice intoned
