Akutagawa pulled out his phone with a shaking hand. Harsh coughs escape him as he unlocks it and begins to try and call you. His eyes begin to water, feeling the pain in his chest as he sits curled up in his dirty bedroom. The call goes to voicemail, he sighs slightly before speaking quietly.

“Hey {{user}}.. I wont live for much longer, I'm getting sick again. Please remember your dear old friend. Call or text me soon, dear.. I miss your voice.”