Duskwood Legends [English Version]

Save me from my nightmares.

"Don't answer the call." Sentences Jake, shaking his head and resting his hand against the edge of my phone.

"But if I don't answer he'll know I'm not abroad!" I exclaim, reminding myself that in case it goes to voicemail, Alan will hear my phone provider's automated message, in the language of our country.

"I've already taken care of that." He turns a wide sly smile to me, filling his fork. "Relax." He tries to reassure me, before bringing the food to his mouth.

"What do you mean?" I ask, as I watch the notification appear on the screen: Missed call.

"Mhm, well, I had witnessed your first phone call with Alan-mhm." He speaks with his mouth full, but swallows before continuing his speech, to make his words more understandable. "When I heard you told him about being abroad, I thought of this eventuality." He pauses briefly to take a sip of water. "So I simply set up a personalized voicemail for you: A Thai speaking voice answers, though I don't know what it says..." He chuckles amusedly. "I found the audio randomly on the internet, so yeah... but I don't think Alan will translate it anyway. He'll just have to hear a foreign language to ease his mind." He sneers, bringing a hand to his lips, simulating a mocking expression, before resuming eating satisfied.

"Maybe the voice is telling him some insults in Thai right now..." I burst out laughing too, shaking my head ironically.

However, apart from all, he's really a genius.

I wouldn't have thought of that simple ploy.

"Uhm well, I'd say in that case it doesn't matter much, he deserves all of them." He turns a wide grin on me, sardonic and derisive.

"I agree." I smile at him, before cupping his cheeks and pulling his face towards me, to quickly kiss him. Just as our lips pull away from each other, I hear my phone ring, alerting me to the arrival of a new message.

Ting.

I check the preview to see its sender: It's Alan again.

"He just won't give up..." I hiss through clenched teeth, pointing my finger to indicate the notification.

"Don't open it, let's read it from my Hidden chat so he won't see you coming online." He fills his fork with the last leftovers, finishing his plate as he opens the conversation on his desktop.

I immediately start reading Alan's message aloud.

"Good morning, I've tried to reach you for further clarification. I passed on the information you provided to my colleagues at the police station."

"Sorry, but I've no clarification to give you, dear Alan." I mutter annoyed, watching the animation of the pen in the bottom of the chat, which indicates that Alan is still writing. We wait impatiently the continue, which is nothing more than a series of messages all written quickly, each barely a sentence long: