Timidly...

You pick up the phone, grasping it firmly in your hand as it continues to vibrate. You gulp and press the answer button.

"There you are... took you long enough. Did you read the message? I got one of the maids to send it up to you. I hope you're doing well... I'm not really surprised if you'd be confused. If it helps, you can call me Zero." The voice seems to witter on a little, before reverting back to his normal way of speaking. "You're going to be wanting to say to the maid that you need to get to Temptation. It's a bar for... well... to say it as nicely as possible... faggots like you."

As you process what he was saying, you grow irritated. Whoever he was, he had no right to call and insult you. "Hey, fuck you, dude! I don't have to-"

The phone suddenly turns black and you growl, throwing it at the wall. Subsequently, the back of the phone comes off.

"Fuck this..." You mutter as you try to calm yourself down. You sit down on the bed but can't stop fidgeting. To busy yourself, you collect the broken phone pieces. Surprisingly, a small piece of paper falls out of the back of the phone and lands on the ground. "Great... another note."

You bend down to pick it up and read it. "We're... losing him?"

You blink and the writing vanishes. Confused, you flip it around and examine it closely, yet this yields no results. Amazingly, the note ends up screwed up in a ball and on the floor.