Matt.

[Riqis' voice rasps suddenly, urgently in the dark, and the image fumbles toward the window of Namine's room, a blue-grey squarish outline in the dark. There's a blurry figure in white on the bed on a quick pan-over, and the camera is no higher than standing-on-knees height, crawling steadily to the window.]

There's something out there...

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