Desperate call

The sound of his voice was somehow disarming. Before Hina could say anything, she started sobbing. Realizing this must be confusing for Mr. Saito, she forced herself to explain. “Hello, it’s Hina,” she began. “I need your help. The statue got stolen.” There followed a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” his voice suddenly sounded. A few hours later, he arrived at Hina’s home.