A dirty, dusty tape recorder is laying on a table. The room is dark, with a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, barely illuminating the table.
The tape recorder begins playing, and crackles come from the audio speakers...
*A raspy, hoarse voice plays on the recording.
"I knew... I knew that they would come for me. They did get me... but I survived. It shows, what a little money and influence can get you here....
It didn't go as planned... I am physically crippled. I am not what... *A deep, weezing breath is heard.* I used to be...
The bullet crippled my respiratory systems... a small price to pay for, *Breath.* being alive...
I am doing these recordings, because maybe some day... someone will figure out my story, the mystery.
From my... *breath.* observations, DUTY is .. falling apart. I am troubled to hear of the increased Monolith presence, and of the many deaths... DUTY is low on numbers... *Wheeze.* They will not survive.
My mind... is still on the old days... of when I could walk freely in the zone... I am a hated character now. My name cannot be revealed. For surely, I will be killed for good.
I need to plan my next move, the.. *The tape fizzles, and the recorder makes a sharp "Click!" as the play button pops up. The recording is finished.*
Stay tuned for more recordings of our mystery man.
Oh wow. Meh, pretty gud if I do say so myself, but short.
Is this Boris?
:3
Cool, But I didn't understand why you were sounding scared.