You flop onto your bed, you hear a scuffling noise at your front door before footsteps retreat.

Another letter,

you assume, you've genuinely got no idea who keeps sending them, its getting ridiculous, at first, it was really sweet, you felt your heart racing as you opened it up and read through the first, the second was cute, kept your intrigue, as you continued going about your days things began to escalate. The one at your work was kinda odd, but it narrowed down who it could be to a colleague.

You pieced the clues together, Samantha from work, surely. That day, as you're talking to her, another note ends up on your desk. So that's her ruled out, this- note has a photo- which- you promptly re-hid, you weren't looking to talk to HR anytime soon.

You get up and head to your door, picking up the note with an address and a time, of course. It's a bar. you figure out after a quick google search. Which might only clear things up a little.

That time is tonight, you have to be at the full moon bar at 9pm, its about 10 minutes from your place on foot, thankfully. Should you even go?

You clean yourself up and head to the bar, hoping to look nice for the mystery woman whoever it might be. When you turn up, its not just one woman, its multiple. Colleagues and the likes who heard an anonymous rumour about a night out.

"Hey User" your co-worker samantha says,