He stared blankly with wide eyes.
Wait, silver, rain?
Bang!
The door was forced open, and several soaked people, holding umbrellas, rushed in cursing, "Paisent, are you dead? Scar Uncle's been calling for you and you didn't hear? Get an umbrella, get an umbrella!!! You, yes you, what's your name? Come here! Hold the umbrella for Sister Patty first, I tell you, these newbies are unreliable... Why are you still standing there!"
"Oh, oh, right away!"
Sinker nodded frantically, lowered his head to find an umbrella, but felt a buzz in his chest.
A phone call.
He fumbled around to find the umbrella, too scared to answer.
But an even noisier and sharper sound echoed inside, outside, at the door, even from the luxury cars in the garage...
"Beeeeeep!"
"Ring ring, ring ring..."
"Toot! Toot! Toot!"
The notification tones, songs, rock melody, folk songs, all the sounds mixed together in a cacophony, causing everyone to freeze and absentmindedly pull out their phones.
