What are you doing—

[ The voice is sharp against the quiet night, belonging to none other than the girl in the video; a girl who is currently perched on her knees, hands bound with rope behind her back. She stares at the fountain in front of her in bewilderment.]

...

...What? What type of trick is this? How... How can everything just disappear?

A contractor?

[ She crawls forward on her knees, moving too quickly as she falls forward onto her chest with a squeak. But she doesn't stay down for long, instead forcing herself onto her knees— appearing more angry than frightened. ]

I can't believe this! Where- Where am I? Where did you take-

[ There's an abrupt stop as something catches her eye, something in the sky- its glow fringing the black of the night. She stares for a few quiet minutes. ]

The moon? Is this... is this real moonlight? Is it really this soft and bright?

...But it's impossible.