☆ Fragment #047 [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO&VOICE; JAPANESE]
[Outdoors, it's too difficult to see anything during this time of night, but the communicator screen has enough light illuminating from it to show a small, blue-haired (and perhaps familiar) ten-year-old girl curled up on the ground.
Rika is lying on her side with her knees drawn up against her chest, surrounded by complete darkness. Although she is facing the communicator, her hands are shielding her face from view. Next to her, you may catch a glint of a small blade.]
Uu... kuu... uku...
[By the faint sound she's making, it's obvious that she's crying. And because of the sudden change from the hot summer weather of Hinamizawa to the cold weather in Discedo, it doesn't take Rika long to notice that something is very different.]
C-cold...
Did I die again? Where...
[Slowly, a pair of violet eyes peek out and stare for a long time at the screen. She's probably reading the "Use This" sign on the device. A horrified expression emerges on the child's face as she realizes she's no longer in her home.]
...Fortuna? But Satoko...
[She clumsily grasps the device in her hand, switching it to the audio function during the process (and probably for the best). She pauses to rub her eyes with her arm, then cries into the device:]
Satoko! SATOKO! Are you here?! Answer me... please be here. Satoko... uuuuu...
Rika is lying on her side with her knees drawn up against her chest, surrounded by complete darkness. Although she is facing the communicator, her hands are shielding her face from view. Next to her, you may catch a glint of a small blade.]
Uu... kuu... uku...
[By the faint sound she's making, it's obvious that she's crying. And because of the sudden change from the hot summer weather of Hinamizawa to the cold weather in Discedo, it doesn't take Rika long to notice that something is very different.]
C-cold...
Did I die again? Where...
[Slowly, a pair of violet eyes peek out and stare for a long time at the screen. She's probably reading the "Use This" sign on the device. A horrified expression emerges on the child's face as she realizes she's no longer in her home.]
...Fortuna? But Satoko...
[She clumsily grasps the device in her hand, switching it to the audio function during the process (and probably for the best). She pauses to rub her eyes with her arm, then cries into the device:]
Satoko! SATOKO! Are you here?! Answer me... please be here. Satoko... uuuuu...