[Rewriting] Reader Vs Scammer (Regressor Instruction Manual)

[Rewritten in: 12/10/2024]

The screen glitched and fizzled with a faint hum, before sharp white letters materialized against the black backdrop:

"𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎?"
𝚈𝚎𝚜 | 𝙽𝚘

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22XX

7am, dorm room

"How are you? Woof woof woof! Aiaia I'm your little butterfly~"

"Ngh....shut up..." A young looking woman drowsily grumbled out as she turned to the side and buried her face in her pillow. Tightly clinging to it with a frown to try to ignore the loud alarm.

Reluctant to leave the comfort of her warm bed, she burrowed deeper under the covers.

Still, despite her unwillingness to face yet another long and boring day, she slowly sat up with a small groan before rubbing her sore eyes and pushing away the warm covers off of her body. 

Regret immediately creeping when she felt the harsh coldness of the room eagerly nibble away at the exposed parts of skin.

Reaching a hand up to her face, she lazily slicked back the hair that was obscuring her vision before harshly grabbing her ringing phone and slamming her finger down on the screen as gently as her irritated self could, effectively shutting up the annoying alarm. 

But it was only after getting rid of the drowsiness that she remembered a little something: she didn't set up any alarm at this hour. 

Later? Yes.

Now? Absolutely not. 

So why did it go off so early? It wasn't even the historical Rick Astley ringtone she painstakingly acquired after much trouble and did not fail to use every single of her waking moment. Instead she was awakened by a rather odd and cringy one. Just who dared to mess with her belongings?!- 

(Y/n) paused when a shiny black card fell off from her opened phone case. Weird. Although she didn't ponder too much about it before throwing it away promptly, must be something useless or a random business card she put there on a whim the previous day. 

She had plenty of other things to take care of.

With a huff, she got up on her own two feet, marching with fiery anger. Already having a big inkling of who the culprit of her harsh awakening was. No, it was basically certain. She knew who the obvious culprit was.