There's a faint click as the mic comes on, before a voice begins to sound out - marking the beginning of the recording. There's a good bit of echo, indicating some distance from the mic, and some cloth and metal shifting around as she speaks. "Right... I... don't know who I'm doing this for... maybe Mary, maybe Kil, maybe just... myself. It feels... weird, having to talk to myself... into something. Usually, I'll talk to myself about things just to... clear my thoughts, help organize everything up there, though I... suppose not up anymore. Fuck. Where was I...?" "Uh - right, reasons for doing this. Anyone who comes across this... hi. My name is Ry Fael - probably was, if you're listening to this? I'm recording this while I pack, to go with Kil - we're setting out soon, and I don't think I'm going to be safe if I don't go with her and the other Rangers. I'm... hoping beyond hope Mary gets on board with the whole thing and we can all just fuck off into the wild and only poke our heads in when there's a war. This whole... war-with-the-Vampyr-empire thing is fucking me up almost as much as the Shifter thing did. Almost." The cloth sounds get louder during the following as she packs things into a bag. "I... suppose I'll list off what I'm bringing. Uh - coilgun, that I bought from Luo. Rev, my puppy - I can... probably carry her with, right? I... god, I hope so. Um. Right. Ammunition and charger for the coilgun. Food and bowls, and the collar and leash for Rev. That... fortune-teller thing Mary gave me. Some tools, my phone... oh, the blanket that came with the room... what else...? Oh - the handgun. This... this gun's got some stories..." There's a faint creak audible, sounds like a bed, and hereafter her voice is... much closer and clearer to the mic. "...This gun was with me when I was... attacked, when my left arm was taken off. The... attacker, the guy who turned me, he left it at my door - but... I suppose this isn't anything people don't already know... hm. I... I wanna keep it with me. Just... because it's served me well for so long, and because it's... mine, I dunno. Whatever." A similar creak sounds off as before, and her voice quiets again from distance as she once again begins to pack. There's a loud yap, sounds like a dog, after a few seconds. "What? Uh... mm. I think Rev wants something - uh. Sounding off, for a bit...!" And another faint click as the recording ends, for now.