by Domashita Romero (地下ロメロ)
Finn’s phone lit up with a call, which was unusual enough, but even stranger still was that it wasn’t immediately identified as his best friend Scam Likely, who called him several times a week. It was an unknown number, still, though. He let it buzz in his hand, where it had interrupted his very important Sunday morning social media hell scroll, for just a few seconds. Maybe he’d entered a sweepstakes and forgotten. Maybe it was a poll and he’d get to say something enjoyably stupid. He swiped to answer and brought it up to his ear.