[ the video clicks on. the blonde youth holding the camera is seated against the wall, eyes red-rimmed and watery. but he seems determined, sure of himself, ready to strike whatever sort of deal he has to so he can escape this awful place!
he sucks in a shuddering, watery breath. ]
This is Shuri Oak, son of Wakaba Oak! [ a pregnant pause. he seems to hope to give his audience a moment to consider this information. he puffs his chest out, blinking hard. ] I refuse to stay here! Point me to whoever is in charge, I'll talk to them, they'll see they made a mistake! And I don't care who or what they are, my Father will have me out even if they're a troll! [ the blonde takes a deep breath. attempting to give a warm, confident, charming smile. ]
I'll be sure to see to it that whoever helps me with get a lesser sentence.