Miles eyes slowly open to the sight of his ceiling on the floor in the middle of his house.
"Ugh My throat. It’s so dry." He sat up feeling his throat. "Ow my back. Hmm? Why am I sleeping in the middle of the room? Did I sleep walked?" Rubbing his back he tried to think, but nothing came to him. Coughing he got up on his feet to walk towards the sink for a drink. Grabbing an already filled glass of water, he drank it all in one go.
"Ah much better!", putting down the glass he noticed a blinking phone nearby. "A message? I don’t think I gave anyone my number since I never bring it with me and I’m pretty sure I don’t have anyone in my contacts." Curiosity took over him as reached over to grab the blinking object. There was a message from a unknown number.
(TXT) No subject
Oh no! Mr Miles! There’s a werewolf on the loose! But you’re the hunter! You are allowed to take one person down with you, in the even that you are chosen to be lynched. Be sure to choose wisely, otherwise your sacrifice might be in vain!
"A werewolf? Hunter?", Miles frowned. "That doesn’t sounds so fun, especially the part about being sacrifice and taking someone with them. This message must be a mistake, but it does says my name." he took a moment looking at the strange message. "It’s must be to some other Miles or spam, I’ll delete it later.", closing the phone as he put it in his pocket. He looked out the window seeing a beautiful day. A small grin grew on his face as he turned around go towards the door, grabbing his keys and right out the door.