[This is not where Haruka need to be, nor where he wants to be. His expression is somber as he stands in the middle of Sector 5, but the unease and displeasure evident in his expression will be hard to spot for anyone that doesn't already know him very well.]

Juri, you're not here as well, I hope.

[... and that's it. In Haruka's mind, that's all that needs to be said.]

[His eyes still feel so heavy, even as he shifts his head to look at the clock on his nightstand. It's already late afternoon. Did he really sleep for so long? Since yesterday morning when he arrived?

Kaname sits up slowly, thankful that the headache has somewhat depleted, along with the dizziness. He had asked both Juri and Haruka Kuran to set aside a few moments to speak with him. He's pretty sure that they know he wishes to talk about Yuuki. But he wonders how much of their sibling situation his adopted parents already know about at this time.

He pulls himself out of bed and washes up before heading downstairs. It is easy to pick up their scent, even after all these years. They are close by, and it would seem that Yuuki and Aidou aren't home at the moment. Kaname fills the teapot with fresh water before setting it on the stove. And then he places his headset on his head so that he can send a quick voice message To Juri and Haruka.]

Forgive me for sleeping through last night. If it's not too much trouble, I would still like to discuss a few things with you two. I will be waiting at the house.

[For those who have currently decided to view the video feed, the image in front of you is slightly muddled with static for a moment, but then the figure slowly materializes on the screen. It’s a strikingly beautiful man, one that many of you might be familiar with. He’s holding his hand to his neck, a bit of blood showing between his fingers as his eyes dilate slightly. His skin is paler and his eyes are filled with the sort of despair that takes years to matriculate. A sadness that lingers indefinitely in one’s conscience, slowly crippling the mind until the heart becomes almost completely barren.

And then he looks up, blinking at his surroundings before some measure of recognition evolves in his expression. His head falls back, the hand pressed against his neck wilting as it does, to show that the wound has been healed. His eyes flutter closed and his lips twitch open to reveal uneven breathing. His head hurts, he feels nauseous, and he can barely form an articulate thought, but he knows where he is. Kaname’s pale lips slowly drift into the barest of smiles.]

I guess this means… I've returned.

[There’s an elegantly dressed woman, standing, hands at her hips and for a moment she's only listening to welcome message, in complete, grave silence--her eyes are unreadable in that silence and she almost seems angry. It's probably worth it to mention that she is the splitting image of Miss Yuuki Kurosu, only barely seeming older, hair falling in soft curls instead of the usual long straight hair.

Eventually, the woman speaks, firm and confident, almost... a little ominous:] Very... well-informed, aren’t we? Missing a few details here and there, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Prison? Crimes?

I wonder.

In fact! I've a few concerns, if you please. Firstly, that I find myself awakening in these strange surrounding, restrained of all things--you'll excuse me for being suspicious, hm? That even my last memory before this is not quite as I'd expected or planned. [I didn't die. That means Yuuki... This...] I may very well be assuming incorrectly, but just... in... case...

Ki-sama. I promise that if you are even vaguely responsible for this and have so much as touched--no, set your mere sights--on my family, I will personally see to it that you regret ever having had the very thought.

I will absolutely NOT be kept in chains on your account.

[The voice sounds a little far away and quiet as Haruka is examining the odd piece of equipment before he returns it to his head.]

I would assume I am not the only one present here, given the apparent nature of this place, although I am not sure I would classify as criminal.

Has anyone seen a woman named Juri?  If I've been brought here, I can't imagine she would be spared the same fate under the circumstances.