first shot ☄ voice

[playerpilot]

[ Mikhail had managed to cloth himself with something more decent than the paper thin gown he woke up in, and is now wondering aimlessly around the city. The phone's pressed against his ear while he tries dialing a random number. He kept the tag on his toe in his pocket as a reminder for his almost-death, and it may serve him a purpose in the near future. ]

Hello? Hello, is there anyone out there?