Izana sat in his chair at his computer, basically composing his goddamn life away. Despite him being more pale then he should and very..very underweight due to him barely eating and sleeping and composing more than taking care of himself, nothing could stop him. He heard his phone ringing loudly, he slowly got up from his chair and over to his bed, almost collapsing accidentally due to his knees randomly giving up as he grabbed his phone, seeing the call was from and unknown number. “Hello..?”