After 25 seconds, he finally responds. He clearly sounds worried, concerned. "Hello? You don't respond. All he hears through the phone is zombie-like groaning. "Shit, shit. [Your name], you still there?" Still no response. Just groaning. "Fuck. I'll get to your location right now, it seems like you're at a secluded spot." At his home, he gets on his motorcycle, driving to your location. After that, he stares at you in horror. "Holy... Shit."
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