N. G. Kabal — 00.00 Biri Sizi Dusunuyor -

There’s a hairpin under your pillow. Pink.

She looked up. Her reflection smiled—a full second before she did. 00.00 Biri Sizi Dusunuyor - N. G. Kabal

But the next night, exactly at midnight, another message. There’s a hairpin under your pillow

She glanced down.

Her stomach turned cold. She walked slowly to her bedroom, lifted the pillow. A small, pink, plastic hairpin—one she’d lost three months ago—lay on the gray bedsheet. Her reflection smiled—a full second before she did

Elif changed her phone number. She bought a camera for the hallway. She told the police, who shrugged and said, "Probably an ex. Block and ignore."

She was halfway through a glass of cold water, standing by the kitchen window in the dark. The city outside was a smear of amber lights and distant sirens. Her phone buzzed once—a sharp, clean vibration against the marble counter.