[ It's a little quiet, not to mention cold out this night... It'd be bad to be out without a jacket or something proper to wear, especially with that wind, but suddenly there's a post on the network.

An ominous voice speaks through the audio feed. ]

Only when the light within dies out does true darkness reveal itself... Will you become lost in the labyrinth of your sorrow, or continue on towards the sun?

[ Whether or not you had time for that to sink in, the feed is suddenly filled with much rustling and sounds of muffling over the speakers. ]

Ahhh? What, what, is this thing working? What a curious telephone! Is this how it works, hmmm???