[This boy looks a lot like the local prosecutor. Just that he is fifteen and... crying. Nobody here has ever seen Mikami cry before. It's not so much crying as just tears running down his face. There is no sound like a sob though, as he looks up and around, recognizing that this isn't his mother's funeral anymore. He stares in shock, his eyes widen and then he takes his glasses up and wipes away the tears.
Another moment passes and then he notices the Blackberry and the fact that it's recording. Quickly he works his way through the buttons, changing to voice]
E-excuse me? Is this... can anybody here me? Where am I?
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