The Houston air hung heavy, thick with the promise of another steamy night. Inside, the cool embrace of air-conditioning was a welcome escape, a perfect backdrop for the soothing strains of 'Heartbreakers' playing softly on the radio. Dr. Alexis Reyna's smooth, reassuring voice filled the airwaves, a balm to lonely souls.

"H-hello m-my name is Susanna Jor—"

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Susanna,” Alexis interjected playfully, her tone light but firm, “but we don’t use full names here on Heartbreakers. We actually try to use catchy nicknames like Horny in Houston or Tired in Texas. Would you like to try making up a nickname for yourself?”

There was a brief, hesitant silence on the line before Susanna’s voice, now tinged with a nervous tremor, returned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I should know that. I listen to you all the time, Dr. Reyna. I-I guess you can call me called Scared. Scared Susanna.”

Alexis leaned into the microphone, her expression serious. “Scared Susanna? You haven’t even asked your question yet and I’m already concerned. To all of you listeners out there, I want you to please take note of what we’re about to say because I have a feeling Scared Susanna is about to ask me a serious question. Am I right, Susanna?”

“I am… I mean I do. I do have a serious question,” Susanna’s voice trembled slightly over the air, the fear palpable even through the static. The hum of the radio filled the quiet room, a prelude to the unfolding drama.