(OOC: Today is Hayden's last day on the Ring thing, but I have work tonight and an appointment soon, so this is going to happen early. Apologies.)
[The feed clicks on, Hayden sitting at his computer. His face is blank, and the question blinks up at him. 'Send this video to a friend?' The pointer hovers between the two questions as water drips down the walls. For a second, there seems to be a woman standing behind Hayden, hair dripping, bloodied fingers laying on his shoulder, but she's gone before a blink can happen. Hayden releases a breath, and moves the pointer. He clicks no without any seeming visible regret or sorrow. He turns and stands, facing the T.V., waiting.]
I'm turning this off, but I understand what's going to happen. She'll win, it's her nature. The game's stacked, and she changes the rules to suit her. Don't try to help me, she's already won.
Aaron, keep Saria away from me if something happens. I don't want to hurt her.
Little One, stay away. I may not be myself the next time you see me.
[His hand reaches out to turn off the feed. The final thing seen and heard is the T..V. clicking on, static, and a young girl's high, cruel laugh.]