I was planning on ignoring the knock for a while, but they were relentless. And there’s only one idiot this relentless. I went to the door and just to be sure, peeked through the hole. I was right, it was my best friend. Not that he deserved the title, he was just the only dude I mildly enjoyed my time with. I opened the door anyway.

  A guy with a put-together vibe unlike me. Everything was the same as usual… except the right arm which said ‘-4’. I actually saw worry in his eyes for the first time in my life. And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why he came to me.

  "How?"

  "A cola..."

  "What is wro-"

  "Dude I was reaching for the pizza."

  "Is that supposed to be a good reason?"

  "Stop joking man, my life is on the line here."

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  "Yea right, I am joking."

  He didn’t need me to tell him to get comfortable, he sat on my bed and went “So? You know a lot by now don’tcha?” I smiled and dumbed down the details for him. After I had done what felt like a ted talk on the rule, his reaction was:

  “Damn, that means the teens are done for!”

  “What?”

  “Duude nightfall! Heck forget teens even I get’em sometimes!”

  Even though I chuckled, this was serious. Something nobody can control. Though he is an idiot on paper, he brought with himself solid packed food for us both. We ate in the kind of silence that didn't need filling. He was on his phone, probably posting something stupid. I was staring at my napkin notes. Somewhere between the last bite and the quiet, it hit me.

  “How many followers do you have now?”

  “Around 49 Million, why? Jealous?”

  “Make a post with your -4 as a photo and ask them about the note they got. Also, the time. ”

  “Say less.”

  Within minutes the post was swarmed with replies. Some were useless crap asking if he's alright, he's eating chips what do you think? But scrolling through the rest, a guy from Brazil, same texture. A girl from Japan, same font. Someone from Germany confirmed the same. I kept scrolling. Same. Same. Same.

  It is definitely an organization. The question is why?