[The video feed opens to Kyoko sitting alone reading the odd letter she had been given upon her arrival. Wearing a mixed look of annoyance and regret upon her face, she is very much a girl lost in her own melancholic thoughts.]

Eh, I guess that was one way to deal with the witch problem. But why the heck did they save me? I wasn't exactly planning on living all that much longer if things came down to it. Guess it just means I won't be able to save you like I wanted. Sucks to be me I guess. Oh well, I better go stock up on food before someone else gets to it.

[Audio]

...Er... This is how you use it right? Well, it certainly looks like it's recording...

Erm, anyways, hi, I have some questions if you guys don't mind?

Is it true that our worlds' destroyed like the letter says? I mean, it sounds a bit morbid for a welcoming letter, don't you think? And just how large is this tower anyways?

That's all for now, I guess and... oh, right! My name is Makoto Naegi, in case you guys needed it.

Is this a dream?

[ It's difficult to tell when she's awake and when she's not, after all, with dreams of her own room and world sometimes blurring in with the stranger ones - and this one would definitely fit in with the stranger ones. So despite the situation, the teenage girl is fairly calm, her voice even and a little on the quiet side. ]

... Ah, wait. If this is a dream, nobody will tell me it isn't real. [ She hums, pondering it as if it's an interesting concept to her. ] What a mystery..

 [Hei appears on video, though his eyes are still focused on the letter he received. This was certainly some trap, considering the fact they caught him without him even knowing of how it happened. He was used to being captured a few times, but at least then he had a means of escape, or knew of the organization and its strength going on for it to plan a counter. This was nothing like any of those times.

But he doesn't show that worry on his face, instead keeping a deadpan expression on his face. And his gaze flickers back to the video.]

....Who is behind all of this?

[ Here, have a serious young man with glowy eyes, spiky hair, and a love of all black wardrobe on the feed. It takes him a second before he starts talking in a rather quiet voice. ]

Is it possible to get weapons made here? I have some blue prints for the one I use to have on the Planet... Are there any inventors here?

*There is a man in a butterfly mask staring into the camera and smiling. It feels like he could stare into your soul, but while it's slightly unnerving, it's also comforting. He seems friendly enough, anyway.*

I can assure any others that are here that the destruction of an entire universe through artificial means before its time is close to impossible. Do not fear. We will find a way to return all of us home.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Philemon, a spirit who dwells between the conscious and subconscious mind. It is a pleasure to meet all of you.