There was a long string of nothing from the other line. Maybe it was some sort of playful joke? Yet Kazuya seemed to be watching intently to figure out whom was calling. It was just quiet.
Then, suddenly. Breathing started on the other line. Low, haggard breaths, as if there were trouble breathing. And a voice began to scratch away at the other line, the words unintelligible through the static. Yet, it began to grow louder and louder. No sense was made of the words. Still, it prodded at the mind. Painful scratching and cracking sounds. Then the demand. Strange, only partially understandable words. Demanding compliance. It seemed so loud now, that surely Kaz should have heard its stinging pitch.
And, suddenly, it stopped, and the other line ended the call. Kaz continued to peer inquisitively forwards.