[ there's a shot of a cabin. it's dark, except for the small blips of light from the closed curtains, and there's not much movement until a flash of very light, almost silver hair comes into view. a charming young gentleman brushes his bangs out of his face and picks up the device, eying it suspiciously. he's definitely shivering, shoulders hunched, trying to look calm. ]

Huh.... Is this for me? [ he doesn't realize it's recording yet, as he pokes at the screen and buttons a bit more. somehow when he first picked it up, he must have turned it on to stream, and now he's just messing around even more. the next part is introduced with a nervous chuckle. and yes, he's been button-mashing so much he missed the arrival stream on the device WHOOPS: ]

Since I've forgotten the last twenty-eight hours of my life... where am I and how do you turn on the heat? ... There's a lot of dolls, if that helps?