[At first, there is silence. Eventually, a sigh can be heard, and then Ange speaks.]

Would anyone be interested in... a place where they could honor their loves ones who have died? A shrine, or a small monument, or something like that. I thought it might be a good idea.

[At first, there's a long period of extended silence, followed by the somewhat strained voice of Ange.]

How do you know if... you really know someone?

[Her younger selves are still around, though they're a bit less rowdy than they were when they first appeared. In the meantime, Ange's been thinking.]

[Filter to Beatrice]

... Beatrice. Can we talk?

[A slightly groggy-sounding Ange stifles a yawn before speaking.]

I... think I've been asleep. Has anything happened?

[Suddenly, a loud, forceful voice is heard.]

Tch. To all of Somarium, listen. Don't-

[But the connection fizzes out, and only static is heard. Gotta love the current moon phase.]

Has...anyone seen a guy in a white suit, with red hair, and...

[There's a pause, followed by a slow inhale and exhale.]

Tch. Forget it.

[A tired sigh is heard, before Ange speaks.]
If anybody's listening and needs to find me, I'm staying in the Enveria Apartments. Seventh floor, room 705.