[ Her fists shake. For the briefest of seconds, the static nearly clears, but then it's back in full force. The red gets stronger, the hiss of static louder.

Monika clutches her head. ]

Every day. Not real. Alone.

[ She weakly hums a few notes of her song again before she pushes up off the floor and drops her hands to her sides. One step. Two steps. Then she's abruptly directly in front of the screen, her blank face unmoving.

After another moment, she cries out and slams her fists into the screen, over and over. There's a faint scream, then the feed goes black.

She's lost. ]