(Side Story) Greg, someone is here for you!

The constant ringing echoed in the cramped room of a shabby apartment, the sound relentless and sharp, piercing through the heavy silence. The worn-out walls seemed to vibrate with each ring, the only other noise being the muffled cursing from beneath a pile of pillows. Hirvan groaned, his hand flailing blindly as he searched for the offending phone without lifting his head.

"Who the hell is calling this early?"

He grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow he pressed over his head. His arm stretched further, fingertips just missing the phone that kept buzzing on the floor beside him.

From the bed, Drake, half-asleep and entirely annoyed, let out a frustrated growl. His eyes cracked open, bleary with exhaustion, and he reached for the nearest pillow, tossing it with surprising precision. It struck Hirvan's back with a dull thud.

"Answer your damn phone!"

Drake mumbled in annoyance.