[The feed clicks on; Naoto's standing in the middle of a nicely, albeit sparsely, furnished living room. The lights are bright and the curtains drawn, and she's shed her heavy peacoat and rolled up her sleeves ( Read more... )

[At first, there’s only static with glimpses of a shadowed face between them and crackling audio. You can’t tell the gender or age of the voice - its raspy and deep, but almost purposely so]

What - this - where -

[Given a minute, the visual problems cease and a young person in a soaked peacoat and cap appears, standing on the shoreline. ( Read more... )