[ CLICK ] [ RECORDING BEGINS. SUBJECT SEEMS TO BE IN AN ALLEY, TRAFFIC IS HEARD IN THE DISTANCE. ] Statement of.. Emiru Clarke, regarding the world afte-[[STATIC]]... Statement recorded by subject June 1st, 2025. Statement begins. It… it's done. I thought I wouldn't survive it, but… well, I'm here now, aren't I? [[STATIC]]-re gone, locked in… I don't know where.. but I can still feel- and see- their influence over the world. No one knows we're still alive. When the P-[[STATIC]]-were long gone. He carried me the whole way.. [ E.C LAUGHS ] Much like a sack of potatoes, to be honest. I couldn't sense anything, but [[STATIC]]-new. We made our way across a world recovering from [[STATIC]]-o where it began.. and it was out of the very same wood of that cabin he made my funeral pyre. It hurt.. but not like [[STATIC]]. I could feel flesh pulling away from bone, and as I burned, I found out I could see again. I didn't know how much I could miss my heartbeat until it restarted in the ashes of the pyre. [[STATIC]], but every few weeks, I get those urges again.. and when I submit to them, more charred flesh falls off to reveal scarless skin- a blank slate, so to speak.. but there's this growing pain in my shoulders, like something wants to push it's way out of me. I haven't seen him again. I don't want him to- Ah!! [ E.C GROANS, SLAMMING HIS HANDS AGAINST SOMETHING- A WALL? ] [ BOTH THE STATIC AND HIS PAIN INCREASE TO AN EAR-RENDING CRESCENDO. THE RIPPING OF FLESH CAN FAINTLY BE HEARD. ] Oh…. Oh God. [ SILENCE. NO STATIC EITHER.. BUT IT FADES BACK IN AFTER A FEW SECONDS. ] Wh…. Are.. are these wings? … well. Guess it fits what they've been calling me now. You probably know this is a fake name, based on what I've said. I'm [[STATIC]]... Archangel of Fear. [ RECORDING ENDS. ]