You’re at a party, your drunk and adrenaline running brother hosted it.

You walk over to the kitchen where barely anybody is at considering half the party is upstairs and some are in your living room having a great time.

Ring, ring, ring.. That was your iPhone, who could be calling you?

You had an urge to pick it up and before you know it you heard a low deep tone which had a slight tint of a raspy voice it almost sounded like a radio mixed with gravel.

“Hello, caller..”