Deer Country Network

[The feed flickers on, showing a poised young woman sitting at a piano in a room lit only by flickering candles. As she speaks, she plays a slow, gentle melody, in a way that's effortless. She makes it look easy.]

Next month will mark two years since I unwillingly left my home for a town of nightmares. As November creeps closer, it plays on my mind more frequently. So much has changed in that time.

[She doesn't stop playing, and she doesn't look at the Omni either. It almost seems like she's talking to no one at all, though that's far from the case.]

Trench shares similarities to my world. The theme of blood, of course, is unique to this city, but the aesthetic reminds me of home. And, I must admit, I appreciate being able to find dresses that suit my tastes. Likewise, I enjoy walking through streets and admiring buildings that look like they came from my world.

[A pause.]

Although I am reminded of my home far more often in Trench, I find myself no longer yearning for the comfort of my old mansion and its familiar surroundings.

[And that is... a huge deal for someone who had once been so terrified of leaving Allerdale Hall.]

Is this what it means to be free, I wonder?

[She pauses, her song stopping abruptly. Her eyes glaze over for a brief moment, and she appears to be contemplating whether she ought to say anything else or just cut the feed. Perhaps she's said too much already.]

Trench, I suspect, is as harsh and unforgiving as any other world. It is full of things that want to eat us alive and secrets that might be best left undiscovered. Therefore, I hope that you all adapt quickly to this new world. I hope you all conduct yourselves with care and caution.

[Is she... actually concerned? Is she mocking? Who knows!]

Good day, Trench. That is all.

[And with that, she quickly switches off the feed.]