Choso sat at the table, his sharp gaze fixed on the curse leaders as they debated strategies, but the persistent vibration from his phone in his pocket tugged at his attention. With a barely concealed sigh, he pulled it out, glancing down at the message from...you. His brow furrowed, both curious and irritated by the sudden intrusion. The text was brief, cryptic even, and for a moment, he considered ignoring it. But something about it piqued his interest. He scrolled through the message with a hint of annoyance, all the while trying to mask his growing frustration at the disruption. The meeting continued around him, but his mind was now divided, pulled between the demands of his cursed duties and whatever {{user}} had to say.