Targeting him specifically
He read it once, then again: “Frank, you’ve been chosen. Don’t come looking.” His chest tightened. The message wasn’t random—it used his name.
Someone knew his routine, knew he’d be the first inside that gym. They had staged all of this just for him. The students weren’t the target. This was personal. But why him? Frank had no clue.
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