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[For those who met Natsu, this girl looks like she could be related to her, maybe. Slightly different hair shade, and with such short hair, a style change makes it look completely different. Kyokos, because it is more fluffed looks shorter. But it is more than just that. Where Natsu was all angles - jutted hip, tilted head, arched brows - Kyoko is a text book example of perfect posture, even just standing before the camera. She could have worked in a Japanese style Inn and not stood out, except for he outfit.]

But then cover-alls that blindingly pink would stand out anywhere. Stand out and burn your eyes if the screen brightness is up at all. It doesn't help that she wears a clean white shirt under it that just makes the pink pop all the more.]

"Excuse me, and I am sorry for bothering you," [she said. And her voice sounded nothing like Natus's. OR Mio's for the few who heard her talk. Really, if not for the outfit, everything about Kyoko seemed designed for being forgotten, for blending into the background. Her voice, her appearance, all of it was so normal and boring seeming that she shouldn't ever be able to grab attention. But that hot pink makes it both hard to look... and hard to look away.]

[She bowed before the camera, her eyes down.]

"I was wondering if there were any other actors here..." [She flushed a deep scarlet.] "Sorry! Any actors. I didn't mean to imply I am one yet," [she added quickly.] "I'm a new comer Talento, still. Sorry, let me start again."

[Another deep bow, then she came up and gave a sunny smile.] "I'm Kyoko from L.M.E." [Please don't ask what division.] "I was hoping to speak with any actors here. I'M just starting My studies in acting, back home, and I have some questions I was hoping someone would be able to help? I would appreciate it. Thank you."

[At first it sounds like dead air. The camera is either blocked or aimed at a black space with little or no direct light.]

[Then slowly music builds. A solo violin playing what sounds like a slow almost dirge like song. Sad. Wistful, perhaps. Mournful, certainly.But as the volume reaches the maximum it was going to go, about the level you'd use for background music while doing chores, the tempo picks up and the music gets almost harsh, almost... violent. Rough sharp motions of the bow over strings.]

[After a moment there is no almost about it. without voice or words or sight the sound conveys anger and violence, the bow drawn across the strings violently, as if stabbing or slashing.]

[Then on one harsh and almost painful note it stops. The vibration of that last note hangs in the air with no other sounds, making the silence its own violence. It's own tension. Then a slight shuffle of fabric and a card drops into view. The camera's focus takes a moment before the words on the card can be read.]

[The card is dark dark grey. There is an almost black impression of the moon in one corner. Across the front, in red, are two words. "I'm waiting." And nothing else. Another rustle of fabric and the feed ends.]

((Possible CW for violence mentions and talk of blood in threads.))