[ Video ] Back-dated to early afternoon
[ The feed cuts on to a certain young boy looking less pleased than usual. He's standing in a Shelter room and sighing. ] Alright, you know... [ The camera pans to show the contents of the room. It is spotless and the floor looks very clean and... open?
That's because there is only one bed in the room. ] Anyone notice anything wrong with this picture? [ He'll give people a moment to think about it. ] Yeah. One of my cots is missing. The one I had already broken in, too, so thanks to whoever decided to help themselves while I was out of my room. Why didn't you ju—
[ There is a noise in the background; something skittering across metal. Touma freezes and looks up. ] Huh?... hang on.
[ He sets the communicator down and walks over to the wall. It sounded like it came from up top, so he fetches the chair from the other room and stands on it to look into the vent and....
He pries the cover open and peers closer and— ] AGH! [ The scream is punctuated with a thrust of his FIST into the vent. Satisfied with the squeak that results from his attack, he scrambles off of the chair while a tiny voice inside says, rather cheerfully: "It's rude to hit someone you've just met." ]
[ Touma picks the communicator back up and looks about as angry as can be. ] Screw this place. Seriously. I can't move out quick enough.