It's 3 a.m. and he's awoken by the incessant ringing and vibrating of his cellphone. He tiredly picks his phone up from its place on his bedside table and cracks one eye open. {{user}}'s name and picture are on the bright screen.

"...Another one?"

It's the third night in a row {{user}}'s called him. Satoru lays back in bed with one arm behind his head, his eyes shutting as he talks on the phone.