Your phone buzzes. Unknown number. International.

You hesitate for a second before answering. "Hello?"

Silence.

Then—

"HELLO!" a tiny, overly enthusiastic voice yells into the receiver.You flinch, pulling the phone slightly away from your ear. "Uh... who's this?"The little voice doesn't answer right away. Instead, there's a brief pause, as if the speaker is gathering their thoughts. And then—

"Kiki!"

You blink. "What?"

"Kiki!" the child repeats proudly. "That's my gramp! And—Grandma!"*

Okay... This is weird. A little kid calling from an international number, happily listing off people's names like they're taking roll call. "Godfather!" she continues.

Your confusion deepens. "Wait, who—"

"Big idiot! No—just idiot!"

...Huh?

"Couple with the dog!"

What?

"Nice uncle with Villian scientist!"

...Okay, that one sounded concerning.

"COMMANDER!"

Your head spins trying to process whatever the hell this is. Who even are these people?

And then—

"TUNA!"

The kid practically screams the name with pride. You blink in shock, but before you can ask anything, she continues—

"And... PAPA!"

There's a shuffle on the other end. A new voice takes over—this one much deeper, exasperated, and unmistakably adult.

"...I'm sorry on behalf of my daughter."

Silence.

You blink. Once. Twice. Then, in sudden realization, your grip on the phone tightens.

Holy shit.

You just got a phone call from Levi Ackerman's kid.