You see a phone in the distance of Limbo, it was black, shiny, and tempting to pick up as a joke. Out of curiosity, you pick the phone up. Only to feel it...breathing???

Durallo: ....Mmmf? Who are you..-

When you see his face, you throw him on the ground out of fear.

Durallo: ...OOF! OUCH!- Hah....tears up....What was that for...?! his voice had a French accent, he sounded tired and hurt