Entry Fifty-Seven [Accidental Voice]

[hmming and footsteps.]

I brought you food, Rail.

[knock-knock! There's no answer, but Moa just laughs a little.]

Raaaaiil.

...Rail?

[silence. The door is opened slowly.]

...R-Rail?

[the plate of food is dropped, shattering.]

N-no, don't...don't do this.

Rail.

[she takes a deep breath.]

RAIL!

F-freck - RAIL! RAAAIILL!!

[this time, when no response comes, she screams.]