Oi, Glasses. Answer the phone for me.

...

They say there's no point in raising a kid, and they're right.

Despite being ignored several times, the phone continues to ring. He drags his heavy body over, trudging toward the phone and placing a hand on it.

Yes—this is Yorozuya Gin-chan. I'm sorry, but we're backed up with requests right now—.

The phone, which had been ringing incessantly, cuts off the moment he answers.

Feeling uneasy, he dials the number back. This time, as soon as the call connects, he hears the heavy, ragged breathing of a woman.

Guest? Where are you right now—. Click