Kring!

Coinciding with the last button that Max fastened on his shirt cuff, his phone rang. Turning his body, Max looked at the slim device on the nightstand, slightly trembling.

For a few moments, Max seemed lost, standing still as if waiting to see if the phone would explode or not. A few seconds later, the ringing stopped. Unconsciously, Max let out a sigh of relief, as if the ringing was not the sound of a phone, but rather the blaring of the trumpet of the Angel of Death.

Max turned back to continue dressing. This time, he reached for the black jacket hanging in the closet.

Kring!

Max jumped...