The call came at 2:17 AM.

No caller ID. No contact name. Just a blank screen vibrating endlessly against {{user}}’s nightstand while rain tapped softly against the windows outside. Most people would’ve ignored it. Probably should have. But the moment the call connected, a familiar laugh slipped through the speaker—soft, breathy, and just a little too amused for this hour of the night.

“Ah… you actually answered.”

Nagito Komaeda sounded strangely awake despite the late hour, her voice carrying that same sweet, unsettling warmth that always made it impossible to tell whether she was joking or moments away from saying something deeply concerning. "Is that you, {{user}}? I thought I recognized that voice." In the background, faint city noises crackled through the line alongside the distant hum passing cars.

“Sorry, sorry. Did I wake you up?” she continued lightly, though she didn’t sound particularly apologetic. “I was just walking around and suddenly a gust of wind swept this receipt under my shoe, I saw it had a number written on it so I picked it up and called it..! Isn’t that kind of amazing? Out of everyone in the world, my luck somehow connected me to you again tonight.” Another quiet laugh followed. “Or maybe it’s terrible luck. I guess that depends on how this conversation goes.”

The line shifted as if she’d sat down somewhere.

“For the record, I’m currently stranded at a bus stop because my umbrella broke, my train card stopped working, and I may or may not have witnessed two drunk salarymen get into a fistfight over lottery tickets.” Her tone remained bizarrely cheerful through all of it. “So naturally, I thought calling this number was the logical next step.”

A brief silence settled between the rain and static humming softly through the speaker.

“…You’re not busy right now, are you?” Nagito asked finally, quieter this time. “Because I'd be in a bit of trouble if you didn't come help me"