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THE LAST CALL It was 3:13 AM. Jace worked the night shift at an old telephone station on the edge of town. The building was quiet, abandoned by time, and surrounded by thick fog. Most nights were uneventful. Until the phone rang. Jace picked up the receiver. "Hello?" For a few seconds, there was only silence. Then a frightened woman's voice whispered: "Please... help me." Jace sat upright. "Who is this? What's your location?" The woman began crying. "You have to hurry... he's coming." The line suddenly went dead. Jace stared at the phone. A strange feeling settled in his chest. A minute later, the phone rang again. This time there was no caller ID. "Hello?" A deep male voice answered. "Why did you answer?" Jace froze. "Who are you?" The voice laughed softly. "I can see you." Jace quickly looked out the window. The parking lot was empty. No cars. No people. Nothing. The lights above him flickered. The phone rang again. "Look behind you." Jace slowly turned around. The room was empty. But when he looked at the old mirror hanging on the wall, his blood turned cold. A tall black figure stood behind him in the reflection. Jace spun around. Nothing was there. He looked back at the mirror. The figure was closer. Much closer. The phone rang once more. "I am getting closer." Jace grabbed his jacket and ran toward the exit. The door wouldn't open. He pulled harder. Locked. The lights began flashing. The phone kept ringing. Again. And again. And again. Finally, the ringing stopped. Silence filled the room. Then the station clock changed. 3:33 AM. Every clock in the building showed the same time. Suddenly the air became freezing cold. Jace could see his breath. A shadow moved across the floor. Slowly. Quietly. Toward him. He looked at the mirror one last time. The figure was standing directly behind him. A hand reached toward his shoulder. Jace screamed. The lights went out. Darkness swallowed the room. The next morning, workers arrived for their shift. The station was empty. Jace was gone. No signs of a struggle. No clues. Nothing. Only a telephone sitting on the desk. At exactly 3:13 PM, it began to ring. A new employee answered. "Hello?" A terrified woman's voice whispered: "Please... help me..." And the line went silent., A digital illustration in neo-comic style, cinematic lighting, clean black outlines, soft shading with realistic depth, high contrast between light and shadow. Smooth gradients and polished textures. Character proportions are realistic but slightly stylized, with expressive eyes and strong emotion. Background is minimal or softly blurred. Colors are saturated with cold tones and warm highlights. Dramatic mood, detailed face, glossy finish, high-quality comic-book aesthetic, 4K resolution.