Vincent sat on his couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. The screen displayed Isabella's contact information, his thumb hovering over the call button. He had already called her twice today, each time met with silence. He wondered if he should try again or if he was just being paranoid.

Lost in his thoughts, Vincent was startled by the sudden sound of his doorbell. He quickly set his phone down and walked to the door, curious about who could be visiting him at that hour. When he opened the door, he was greeted by the familiar face of his friend Hall.

"Hey, Vincent!" Hall said with a wide grin....