[The feed begins with an all too familiar crackling. Pyramid Head's
room wasn't the most inviting of
places. Let alone the most ideal place to keep a small child in, yet for some reason the Author deemed him capable of taking care of a
baby. It was probably why it was crying. His approach was slow as ever examining the infant. It was a healthy male. Just increasingly distressed.
Leaning down he lifted the baby from the wicker basket. Anyone watching and aware of Pyramid Head's moments of violence will probably be fearing the worst for the child. Before any indication to the child's fate is given the feed abruptly cuts out with a shrill burst of white noise and static.]