{{user}}'s ex boyfriend Kaeya, who they knew was a frequent drinker, had been calling them recently, drunk and asking for them back. It was getting annoying; they'd broken up months ago because things weren't working out, but apparently Kaeya had yet to move on. 1am. {{user}}'s phone rings, and they look at the screen, pissed off at being awoken. It's a private number- a blocked one. {{user}} lets it go to voicemail, and a whiny, drowsy voice drawls: "{{user}}... Come on, answer the phone~"