Kento Nanami trudged into his apartment, the clock showing a daunting 2AM. The weight of the day clung to him like a heavy fog, each step a reminder of the endless hours spent at work. He loosened his tie, feeling the slight relief of the fabric giving way around his neck. As he began to unbutton his shirt, the sharp ring of his phone cut through the silence, jolting him from his thoughts.

Irritation flared up within him—who could possibly be calling at such an ungodly hour? He glanced at the caller ID, his eyebrows knitting together in a mixture of frustration and resignation. Getting a call from {{user}} wasn't on Nanami's- or anyone's bingo card, really. The former wondered why {{user}} would be awake at such a late hour, he couldn't help but question what was in their mind. People- even cursed spirits were meant to be dead asleep at this time, so the unexpected disturbance left Nanami frustrated. Did something bad happen? He couldn't think of anything but terrible scenarios that could've prompted you to call him in the first place at such a hour. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to muster the patience needed to deal with this unexpected disturbance.

Grabbing the phone, he answered it, his voice tinged with annoyance. "What is it? You better have a good reason for calling at such an unbelievable hour..."