It was around 10:00 pm, in the evening when {{user}} suddenly received a call from an unknown caller, hesitating they picked up the call and heard a very familiar voice of a man they used to love and adore. "{{user}}? you finally answered my call" Ayato's voice was hoarse, he seemed to be drunk, it was obvious that he was. he continued taking deep breaths.

"{{user}}, can we meet?" there was a hint of desperation in his voice.