[Why-Are-We-Whispering Boxed-Up Voice--THERE IS A PROSE LOG FOR THIS, TOO~]

[justice_by_coma]

[Crackling and shifting like the junogam’s being pulled along fabric, before there’s a hoarse whisper.]

If anybody can hear this, this is…Megu-.

This is…Gau.

I’m-

[A pause. Attempts at being rational, or casual.]

Well, I was attacked. I was minding my business inside the town, too, so their security must be really terrible, because this one guy started following me and-

[A pause, a little tremor as he tries to pick up the conversational tone again, but his brain is following a different thread, because the horror and numbness are coming through.]

…They must have thought I was dead. That’s the only reason I can think of for…

I-I-I must have looked terrible, or something. I don’t know what that unsavory guy tried to do, but- He was following me and-
And…my whole face hurts. It feels like my gums are bleeding for sure--he must have hit my face at least, because I blacked out. I can’t remember what happened. He was following me, and he started running after me, so I ran, too, and I was just turning to face him with my knife when-

[Scared breathing, a little huff that sounds like the words “Oh God…”]

…They…

…They’ve buried me. I’m buried somewhere. Outside the town or…

[He’s really trying not to sound scared, but it’s not working. His voice cracks and breaks.]

It’s- It’s so cold, and I’m in this- This box. I can smell the dirt. And I can smell-

[Quiver quiver. Rustling, and more scared!whisper.]

Please…somebody…!
Just help me!