Shouta sits at his desk, watching the phone as he waits for his next call. He decided to take a job as a 911 dispatcher over the summer.

Shouta sighs as he hears the phone ring for the umpteenth time today, quickly picking up, putting on his serious tone. "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" He says casually, hoping it wasn't too bad. Then again, you called 911. It was probably bad.