[Not long after the previous public announcement by Miss Azusa - that is to say, at the first moment the location is vacated for even a full minute - a new recording reaches the network of the same office, only now dramatically altered. As opposed to neat and tidy, the room is now completely filled with these:]
[Yes, roses. Dozens of bouquets are stretched out across the desk, even hung upon the walls, ceiling, and balancing precariously on the upper edges of a large, garish banner that is draped elegantly to settle at the exact center of the room:]
♥ ♥ I'M SORRY ♥ ♥
[Their
handiwork complete, the scene becomes a blur as the person recording it flees hurriedly in a flurry of movement, quite suddenly slamming the door behind them.]