Crank calls, 11 of them.
Late in the evening someone crank called me.
They crank called me a total of eleven times on my Filipino number.
I answered after the third call and the person on the other end somewhat pretended like they couldn't hear me. All I got out of the short call was asking them what their name was. There was a pause and then they said "Kevin". I doubt that's their name though. It doesn't matter. What mattered to me was how they pronounced Kevin.
And just like that I became scared.
I'm only a short four hour flight away from Korea, a place I left a year and a half ago for various reasons, one of which was my safety. All this time though I've been in Canada, a 20hr, $2000, 2 plane ride away. The cost of the flight alone gave me a sense of security. But now I'm in the Philippines and the cost of the flight to "run into me" is super cheap in comparison.
I didn't fear Korea until tonight, when I hadn't heard from Snickers for almost a full week and then suddenly started getting crank called. It seemed like such a nerve racking coincidence.
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