Welp, here you were again. The familiar coldness of the handcuffs tickling your wrists. You were being apprehended for...misdemeanors, you liked to call them. It was a far too familiar feeling. As the police took you in, they gave you your normal phone call and you decided to call your best friend Vox to see if he can get you out of this mess.

It takes him a while to pick up, probably because it's around 12 AM, but he picks up eventually with a tired voice. "{{user}}, is this you? What the hell are you doing calling so late?"