[Viola has tried to sound sweet, charming, and maybe a little eerie when she's been on the networks before, apart from that one time she cried. Now, however, there's a very strong impression that she's breathing hard to bite down fury, and a fury laced with incredible fear at that.

The camera is taken up by an image of a doll, but one painted as to be badly mutilated. The long purple hair is streaked with red blood. The face is gaunt and hollow, with two bloody holes where the eyes should be. Red-black blood tracks down the withered cheeks and down the dress, and there's no legs peeking out from under the skirt.]

Who gave me it?

Take it back! I don't want it!

[She shakes it at the camera.]

I'll wreck it if you do, I promise you! What a terrible trick to play on someone!

[And for her,the worst part is that she's only half faking it.]

[Yosuke hasn't left his apartment much since he got back after his run-in with Vice. He hasn't spoken to anyone about it, and has spent most of the last month quietly surviving and trying not to look at those clean, surgical scars where his arms join to his torso. He's taken to rubbing them when feeling overwhelmed, as if to make sure that his arms are, in fact, still there and not stuck to the meaty flesh of some monster child...

He's rubbing them right now, however, and he's also on the apartment feed. He looks like he hasn't slept well in days - but then, that's probably a look sported by most residents here.

Behind him sits a doll that is achingly, perfectly, Saki Konishi. Her hands are folded in her lap, and her painted face has that little half-smile she often wore in life.

Yosuke gives the camera a half-smile of his own, sickly and half-hearted.]

So I guess... from the noise around here, anyway... I guess I'm not the only one to get one of these, huh?