One night, Maya received a direct message from an anonymous account. The message read: "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone." The account was only active for a few minutes, but it was enough to pique Maya's curiosity.

"You're the one who's been following my work," Rafian said, his voice low and gravelly. "I've been waiting for you."

At midnight, Maya made her way to the clock tower, her heart racing with anticipation. As she approached the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Rafian himself, dressed in a black hoodie and sunglasses.