The steady sounds of raindrops were hitting the glassed phone booth as Chuuya was standing inside it. A splotch of blood next to his lips and a bit of blood on the upper left side of his neck. There’s also bits of blood on his arms but more on his right arm. His appearance is slightly disheveled but that doesn’t stop him from trying to call someone. The only matter is that he can barely move so he leans against the glass for support. “Pick up, damned idiot.” He utters after he dials a number.