I walked inside an office with desks separated by opaque window glass panes. Each desk has a set of computer paraphernalia. The room fit perfectly as a computer laboratory except for the standard black telephone beside the keyboard where you can see the number of the caller if it rings. You can hear ringing everywhere and everyone seemed busy. Pretty normal day, or so I thought. I went straight to the upper rightmost desk and put my backpack underneath the table. As soon as I pressed a few keys to log in, as usual, a call came up immediately. I answered it through the phone panel on my computer. "Hello! Thank you for calling—" "Don't trust anyone," a familiar but stern voice said, interrupting my opening script. "I think you got the wrong number—" "Just don't" she said coldly and then she hung up. I shift uncomfortably on my chair and thought it was just a prank call but my mind was actually confused whether to believe what I was thinking. I was about to leave my desk to go to the comfort room when the telephone rang again. I picked up the call first only to hear an automated voice like a robot's. "If you still want to live, stop whatever you're doing and go directly to the storage room and lock the door. Do not call the police. Do not sound the alarm. Stay put until we tell you to move," it says. Everybody seemed to receive the same call because they started going to the storage room as said by the caller. Panic and shock painted their faces but they still followed. "Maybe it's a prank call?" someone shouted. No one bothered to care. If your life is threatened and a dozen of people received the same threat, what would you do? 'Do not trust anyone', the first caller said. So I did. I ignored him and my urge to pee and cramped myself into the storage room. There was an awkward silence. Everyone was too scared to even talk. Not until someone suggested, "Why don't we make a run through the fire exit? Besides, it's only three floors down and we're free again." I think it is a good idea to move than wait for your death. No one seemed to hear anything so I volunteered to speak. "Fire exit is the easiest and most obvious escape if you're in a panic. I say we go down through the car park," I said, sounding mighty and brave. I believed what I said but apart from that, I don't trust him. He might be leading us into a booby trap. "Why don't we split up, then?" he sounded irritated like he just lost in a competition. ... Continued on the comment section.