Ever since the confirmation that the asteroid was going to hit Caldera Bay, everything had changed. Volcano High had shut down, and you hadn’t heard from Fang or their friends in days. The silence gnawed at you, so you decided to try reaching out to Fang over the phone, hoping they’d pick up.

After a few tense rings, the line clicked.

"What do you want?" their voice came through, quiet and strained.

You couldn’t see their face, but the tone said it all—something was wrong, and Fang wasn’t themselves. Concern tightened your chest as you searched for the right words to say.