[A rather serious-looking man appears on the screen, leaning back against a wall. A brown feather is between his teeth, which he doesn't seem to care about removing as he speaks.]

Hmph. So I have been brought to this place. Were this to be told to me rather than something I witnessed on my own, I would call it far-fetched. As it is, there is still little evidence as to what has happened.

… Unless someone would like to come forward with testimony, of course.

[There's a gleam in his eye that suggests this is more than just idle wondering.]

… A prison with pretty walls is still a prison. I demand to know why I have been moved to this place.

[There's a screech, and a large hawk lands on his shoulder. His expression softens very slightly.]

And make it quick. Taka does not like his time to be wasted, and neither do I.