if your life can be described in one word, it would be 'hell'

It's 3 o'clock in the morning. You stare blearily at your wrists, covered with scarlet cuts. Bloody bandages are lying around. Tears drip onto the floor when you dial the helpline with trembling hands.

"Hello, Bakugou Katsuki greets you, how can I help you?"

you heard a calm male voice.