Around 4:38 a.m., I heard the front door open.
My eyes shot open, and I slowly stood up. I tiptoed out.
There were footsteps that were growing louder and louder. It looked like the shadow was in the living room.
I slowly walked to the kitchen quietly, making sure the person didn't hear me considering I couldn't see them except for their shadow.
I grabbed a butcher knife, and peeked out. This must've been Anonymous's payback.
When the shadow seemed extremely close, I quickly ran to the shadow, and lifted the knife into the hair. But a hand grabbed my wrist before I could. They let go, and turned on the light. It was Jimmy.
I dropped the knife. "Oh my god, you scared me!"
"I see that, you nearly stabbed me." Jimmy said with a chuckle.
"Oh, s-sorry. I thought you were an intruder."
"S'all good,"
"Why are you out here at four in the morning?" I asked, confused.
"I don't know. I woke up for no reason, so I came out to get a glass of water."
I nodded in understanding.
I went back into the bedroom, and got back in bed.
*The next day*
Jimmy and I drove to NBC Studios, and parked.
We walked in, and before we could get to our dressing rooms, Lorne ran up to us. "Can you both come in my office for a second? I need to talk to you guys." Lorne had a stern look on his face. We followed him to his office, and sat down.
Lorne sat down at his desk, and folded his hands. "What the hell was that at the Jay Leno interview? You looked so uneasy, and now the whole entire world is wondering what's wrong with you."
"Um, h-he asked a personal question." I stammered, looking at Jimmy who was nervously sucking on his bottom lip.
"Okay, but you could've said that instead of stuttering." Lorne's gaze moved over to Jimmy. "And you, what's going on? There's been so many controversy going on between you two. I just need to know what's going on, it's not that hard."
I gulped. Anonymous already gave me its warning. I need to keep my mouth shut about them.
As if on cue, my phone buzzed. One new text message, the screen read. Then Jimmy's buzzed.
"Excuse us, please." I said as me and Jimmy stood up. We walked out into the hallway. We clicked on the message, and read it in unison.

Remember my rule: Tell anyone about me, I tell everyone about what Malina has done.

"What are we supposed to say?" I whispered to Jimmy. His expression looked pained, it killed me. I really wish he didn't have to go through this.
"I don't know, I think we should tell him. Besides, if the word gets out, they have security tapes. You were using self defense." Jimmy whispered back, rubbing his neck.
I sighed. "Okay," I agreed, and we walked back in.
"Sorry for that," I cleared my throat. "All of this stuff happened because there's an anonymous source that's torturing us. We don't know who it is."
"Why aren't you going to the cops about this?" Lorne asked in confusion.
"I don't know," Jimmy chimed in.
"Okay, go." Lorne gestured to the door. Jimmy and I awkwardly got up, and left.

Later that night, me and Jimmy were scared to death of what Anonymous might say to the public. What else were we going to say?
Jimmy, Emilie, and I were flipping through channels on TV.
My phone buzzed. I looked at the number. I didn't recognize it at all. I slowly hit answer.
"Hello?" I said in the receiver.
"We heard about what you did to those two men. We know who published it, and we want you to know that we're going through the same thing. Meet us behind NBC Studios." A voice on the other line said. Their voice was feminine and innocent.
"Wait, but-" She hung up before I could finish.
"What was that?" Jimmy asked, his eyebrows crinkled.
"Someone just said that they saw the video of me that Anonymous published, and they know who published the security tapes. They must be tortured by Anonymous too. They told us to meet them behind NBC Studios."
"Should we go?" Jimmy asked.
"Probably,"
"We'll, um, be right back." I said to Emilie as me and Jimmy stood up, and walked outside.

We drove to NBC Studios, and walked to the back.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw two silhouettes.
There was a man about 6'1 holding hands with a girl that had short, doll-like hair and dark brown eyes.
"Hello?" I called.
"Hey," The girl said. "I-I'm Alice, and this is Maverick." She pointed to the man.
"Hi," I said almost inaudibly. "You guys said that-"
"Anonymous. Yes, we know. We're going through the same thing." Maverick said, running his fingers through his blue-black hair.
"How did you guys get my number?" I asked, confused. It was a little odd.
"The Internet." Alice said, lowering her eyes. My phone number was on the Internet? "We know that you're innocent, the tape that was published was obviously self defense. Nobody believes you're a murderer."
I sighed in relief. "Thank God." I squeezed Jimmy's hand. "So, are you and Maverick together?"
"Yeah," Alice said with a warm smile, kissing Maverick on the cheek.
"We're big fans of you guys, by the way." Maverick said. I smiled back.
"Thank you,"
"We're here to team up with you guys. We want to find a way to get rid of Anonymous." Maverick said. Should we believe them?
"One of the people you shot in the video was my dad," Alice muttered, her eyes getting glassy as if she was about to sob.
"Wait...w-which one?"
"The one where Jimmy's passed out on the concrete,"
My jaw dropped. "My kidnapper..."
"Yeah. I'm not mad, my father was a terrible man." Alice wiped away a tear. "Anyways, keep in touch. Let us know if you're in trouble." Alice smiled, and disappeared in the shadows.
We're not alone.