he dies at the end / l.s. + m.c.

The day had already been monumentally shitty. The worst of the worst days. An absolute steaming-pile-of-crap day. So, really, it was only natural to finish it with a perfect cherry on top - his call from Death-Cast.
He was alone when the unmistakable ringtone began to blare from his phone. He knew what it was immediately. Of course he knew. It wasn't the first time he'd come face-to-face with it. It was, however, the first time it was intended for him.
He thought about ignoring it; throwing his phone out the window or smashing it with a hammer. It was pointless, though. He knew that. He'd tried the denial route when Lauren received her call, but she was still buried in a cemetery a few towns over.

So, what could he do but answer?

∙∘           ∙∘ ༻✪༺ ∙∘           ∙∘

or - a billionaire, his younger brother, and their bodyguard all get their calls from Death Cast in the middle of a snowstorm that leaves them immobile

trigger warning: sexual assault of a minor, domestic abuse from a partner and parent, death, graphic violence, drug/alcohol abuse, reference to sh/harming oneself, and excessive cursing