[The recorder clicks on. Ying is breathing hard, and she speaks weakly.]
I-I feel...
[She gasps.]
Wi-Windy...? What's... going on...?
[There's a strong gust of wind and she screams.]
S-Stop! What are you-
[A 'thud' as she falls to the floor, and then nothing but the blowing wind until the recorder times out.]
((ooc: So
this begins.
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