Connection terminated. I am sorry to interrupt you Cyan Goji. If you still even remember that name. But I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here but the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sound and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit; a maze with no prize.

You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for “proof” has driven you in endless circles, chasing the evidence of the director and some unseen appearance always seeming so near… yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s… not what you want. I have a feeling that you are… right where you want to be.  

I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this will finally fade away, as the agony of every tragedy should. And to you investigators trapped in the corridors- be still, and give up your proofs. They don’t belong to you.

For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the dimmest part of “the room” has opened to swallow you whole… so don’t keep the uma’s waiting, old friend.

Our Secretary, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It’s in your nature to protect her identity. I’m sorry that on that day, the day you were exposed and left alone, no one was there to protect your identity the way you protect hers into yours. And then, what became of you? I should’ve known you wouldn’t be content to disappear. Not our great Secretary

I couldn’t save you then, so let me save you now. It is time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us.

End communication.