I feel like I should... properly introduce myself, at the least. My name is Jonathan. [And at that he falters, at a bit of a loss for how to actually go on.]? I'm from - Earth, I suppose. And... well, if there's anything I can do for anyone, please let me know. I'm - a fighter, usually. But I'll do whatever is needed. If it's needed.
[And thus follows another long, long pause.]
We need that, don't we?
[FILTERED FROM MICHAEL // Hackable]
There's something I think you should know about someone else here - Michael. Michael Mortenson. He's a demon from my - world - God, how ridiculous - and that means... Well, he's cruel. A renowned sadist. If he takes interest in you, if he threatens you - I'll protect you. I'm not letting him continue here what we finished there.
[TO MIKA // Hackable]
Excuse me, miss, but I wanted to ask if you're alright.
[The feed clicks on, first seeing only brilliant red. The red moves, however – it is in fact the arm of a coat. A face can be seen, or more aptly, a blur of blond and red. The communicator is being fumbled with, judging by the sound.]
Oh it’s –
[Abruptly, the screen goes black, switching to voice. The voice is a low, altogether pleasant one, but alarm is clear in it, confusion.]
This isn’t –
This is not…
[And now, spoken directly to the communicator:]
If this is on…
I – I need to get back. As quickly as possible, I have to – what is that?
[He can be heard moving, taking steps, then pauses, as if a thought just came to him. When he speaks again, there is more clarity, and the trace of anger is to thank for that.]
Roth! If this is one of your tricks, show yourself!