“Shit… voicemail…” A groan, a frustrated sigh. Hesitant hum. “God, what can I say? Hah… ahah… gnh.” The detective’s voice was choked, permeated with sniffles and half-failed attempts at staying calm.

“I love you, Kuroba Kaito. Whatever happens, just remember that. I never… deserved you. But I…” Muffled, gasping breaths. Was Hakuba… crying? “I’m sor- I’m sorry. I… th-thank you. For everything.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m so scared.”

Click.