Rain streaks the window of your dark bedroom, distorting the orange glow of the streetlight outside into long, liquid trails.

The digital clock on your nightstand clicks over. 12:00 AM. January 11th.

Your phone, face-down on the comforter, begins to vibrate with a familiar, jarring ringtone. The screen illuminates, casting a pale blue square on the ceiling. The caller ID reads: Malachi.