Games...
Darkness. Typing. A faint light in the corner of a posh, well-decorated bedroom. Flashes of light and the sound of music blaring through headphones. An intake of breath. And then, hysteric laughter. "Oh, come on. You've got to be kidding me, David." The honeyed voice of a girl says. A dramatic sigh follows from a man from within the girl's headphones, "I'm not lying, Kira. You need to stop whatever game you've started up. I've head of people turning up missing. And they're all playing the same games you are. Some mom, with like, three kids, just gone. Poof! They still haven't even gotten any clues as what might have happened to her!" This time, the sigh comes from the girl within the dark bedroom. "If you think I'm scared or afraid, David, you don't know me at all. I've already decoded the first five pages myself! Without any help at all! I'm winning!" "Winning isn't everything, Kira!" "It is to me," Kira replies, grinding her teeth in annoyance, "look, I gotta go. Talk to you later." Without waiting for a reply, she disconnects the Skype call, puts herself on private, and closes the window. The image of a large red triangle greets her. Kira's lips pucker, and her jaw clenches, "If David thinks I'm giving up, he's got another thing coming."












