Yuji Toyozato clutches his ringing phone and panics. He has no idea how to answer it.
How could he be so stupid? He’s owned the thing for two damned months, but still feels like a baby holding a grown-up’s toy. As the ringtone becomes louder, his anxiety mounts. Green circles emanate from the phone icon, taunting him like a bully. “What’s the matter? You can’t pick me up?”
No. He doesn’t know how.