"Resort Trap"

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The group had been enjoying their time in Korea for two weeks when something unsettling happened—Stell's stalker finally made a move. At 3 AM, Stell’s phone buzzed with a notification. A message appeared: "It's been such a long time, my love. I wanna see you." Stell shifted uneasily in his sleep but didn’t wake up. Another text followed shortly after: "See you in Korea, love."

When Stell woke up at 7 AM, he groggily grabbed his phone. The messages sent a chill down his spine. Without hesitation, he rushed to gather his friends in the living room.

Stell nervously paced the floor, holding his phone tightly. “Guys, we have a problem,” he said, showing them the texts. “The stalker’s back. He’s in Korea... and he wants to meet me.”

Ken frowned, running a hand through his hair. “So, he followed us here?”

Pablo leaned back on the couch, deep in thought. “What if we use this to our advantage?” he suggested. “Let him meet you. If we plan it right, we could figure out who he is and put an end to this.”

Josh raised an eyebrow. “You want Stell to just meet him? Isn’t that dangerous?”

Pablo shrugged. “If we control the situation, it doesn’t have to be. We could set the terms.”

Stell, biting his lip, nodded slowly. “Okay, but I want all of you with me. I don’t want to face him alone.”

Ken squeezed Stell’s shoulder. “Of course. We’ll all be there.”

Justin tapped his fingers against the table. “Where do we meet him?”

Stell thought for a moment before sending a message to the stalker. “I asked him if we could meet at a resort here in Korea for a week. He agreed but said he won’t reveal himself for the first six days. He’ll be there, though, watching. On the last day, he’ll finally reveal who he is.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the situation settling in. The friends exchanged uneasy glances—excitement mixed with fear.

“Wow,” Josh muttered, shaking his head. “Six days of waiting? That’s messed up.”

Ken leaned forward, his expression serious. “We need to stay alert the entire time. We don’t know what this guy’s capable of.”

Stell nodded, his face pale. “I just want this to be over.”

Justin grinned, trying to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry, Stell. We’ve got your back.”

The friends arrived at the resort the next day. It was a small, secluded place with only ten rooms. A perfect place for a stalker to hide. The resort was nestled near the beach, surrounded by palm trees and boasting gorgeous views. Each of the friends had their own room to better monitor the stalker’s movements.

As they unpacked and settled in, Stell’s phone buzzed again. Another message: "I see you're here. Can't wait to let you know who I am."

Stell grimaced but ignored the message, deciding to explore the resort with his friends. They wandered through the lush gardens, admiring the antique decorations and coconut-themed art. The setting was peaceful, but beneath the surface, tension was brewing.

That night, they all returned to their separate rooms. Stell sent a quick message to the stalker: “One day done, five more to go.”

The stalker responded with nothing more than a wink emoji. Stell clenched his phone, anxiety gnawing at him.

The next day, they decided to make the best of their situation and enjoy the resort’s amenities. They spent the afternoon lounging by the pool, laughing and trying to distract Stell from the impending confrontation. Afterward, they headed to the beach, letting the warm sand soothe their nerves as they sat in silence for a moment before taking a dip in the cool sea.

As the sun began to set, they gathered on the beach to watch the sky turn a deep shade of orange and pink. Stell felt a small sense of peace amidst the chaos. Whatever happened, he knew he wasn’t alone.

That night, as they all retreated to their rooms, Stell received another message: “Two days done, four more to go.”

He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the days ahead. With each passing moment, the tension built, but he knew that whatever happened, his friends would be there with him—no matter what the next few days had in store.

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