Drr Drrring—!
How many hours has it been...?
As I glanced at my phone, which was constantly buzzing due to the numerous calls that I was receiving, I threw it to the side and took out my personal phone.
That, too, was ringing.
"Dean?"
—Was this the reason why you told me to apologize to PR?
"...Is it bad?"
—Hehehehe.
As he laughed, I could feel the gloominess in his tone. Then, just when I expected him to yell at me, he sighed and said,
—You're fucked.
"Hm?"
—They're rioting over there. I only took a step in there to see what was happening and...
And?
—They were.. Ha-aa...
"What? What?"
—T-they were... huh, this is hard to talk about.
"Spit it out."
He was obviously dragging it out.