(tiger print #1) (Voice; Japanese)
[The communicator turns on and there’s no sound coming out of it for a few minutes. The small yelp, if not a very timid whimper that came next would be almost inaudible if you weren’t listening closely.]
H-hello?
[Another moment of silence, followed by the sound of light footsteps.]
Is anyone here?
I…
I don’t understand. … Hiro, is that you?
Where is…everyone?
[The footsteps get quicker, lighter on the floor. They suddenly stop, and by now you could almost swear the transmission’s turned off. However, a series of breathy sobs crescendo in and out of the communicator, along with childlike weeping in between. Anyone listening would figure out by now the carrier of the device is very young, alone…and helpless.]
H-help.
Please...