12:30 pm
Bzzzt. . .
Bzzzt. . .
She is exhausted to the bones. She has been answering thousands of calls, emails and messages. Work is tiring lately, from the day she's placed as the hiring staff of the Tower Entertainment.
She is currently looking for pretty males, ready to run the stage as an idol.
And no one passed her standards yet.
Her phone glitched. The screen went crazy. It kept on buzzing as the screen flashed with different symbols, numbers and letters.
'Fuck. My phone's warranty is already over two months ago.'
Was her phone attacked by a virus or was it because she reinstalled her messenger?
Unknown has entered the chatroom.
Unknown: Hello?
Unknown: Can you see this?
(y/n): I have eyes
"It's weird." She muttered. How could this person sent her a message when her phone is in the verge of corruption?
Unknown: I'm the one responsible from the glitch earlier
Unknown: Sorry. I did that on purpose so ull notice me immediately
(y/n): A talking virus? How lame
(y/n): What's next? Space Unicorn?
She knows she's tired already but this conversation is too odd that she didn't want to leave.
Unknown: The Saviour will reach the stars.
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