Everything is deleted including the previous messages and call logs. There is not even a photo or contact.
*Ting*
[Or should I call you Blessed_Noodles? Takeuchi Rie? Umezaki Rie? I thought that you died, but you are alive and well.]
She types a message and taps send button. She can't reply to the messages.
[FYI* If you have made a back up of this phone's data, the virus in the data will take care of your system. I hope that you haven't been that hasty.]
"What's wrong?" Kiyohira asks her with worry. She ignores him and reads the next message.
[As your fan, I love you without a doubt. I couldn't care less if you destroy Hashimoto Chisa, but my clients won't like it. By the way, black suits you. I think that you will look hotter in red.]
He's here. She looks around. There are many people with phones. Who is it?
*Ting*
[I don't have to be there to see you, babe.]
She glances at the CCTV. "Fucking psycho."
