[Voice]

[On the morning of the 25th, the voice function of Shirley's journal clicks on. The viewfinder shows the overcast sky; wherever she is, it's outside. While Shirley herself can't be seen, her voice can be heard quite clearly.]

So... I stand like this? And -- hold my fists like this... hmm... Should I say it like that too?...

[A pause, as ( Read more... )