[The recorder clicks on to the sound of boots on gravel, scraping lightly. Whomever it is is moving closer, their voice being picked up. The voice that can be heard is rather androgynous, with a slightly childlike lilt to it.]
Master! Master are you here...? W-where are you? What...is this thing? A toy?
...Princess...?
[His voice drops, as if
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