You sunk into your bed sheets, staring at your blank bedroom ceiling with an empty look. At this point, you were convinced that the world just absolutely hated you. Everything you did always ended up in some sort of consequence.

Those recent thoughts of wanting to disappear wrapped around your heart tightly. You squeezed your eyes shut, turning over to your stomach to stuff your face into your pillow. Just then, you heard faint static that snatched your attention.

"...Someday, our frequenci-##%?? ..."

Static again. You lifted your head away from your pillow more, noticing that sound was coming from your phone. You couldn't tell if you were seeing things or not, but you saw a rather blurry and small figure-like hologram in your phone screen. Who.. is that?