THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPT OF SEVERAL FILES DEEMED RELAVENT TO THE [REDACTED] CASE. SOME NAMES, LOCATIONS, AND OTHER IDENTIFIERS MAY BE REDACTED WHERE NECESSARY, EITHER PARTIALLY OR FULLY, AT THE DISCRESSION OF THE HEAD INVESTIGATOR.

--FILE 001: The First Recording--

09/23/XXXX

The file is a video, taken in the dorm room of [REDACTED] University, Room [REDACTED]. A young woman sits in front of the computer, pale complexion, brown hair tied up in a ponytail. The style of the video is that of an Internet blog, sometimes known as a vlog, or a video log. Her name is Emma [REDACTED]. There is another young woman off-screen who can occasionally be heard chiming in. Her name is Wynona [REDACTED].

EMMA: "Hey, the quality of the video looks way better than I thought it would, for such a cheap camera. I think they didn't even design these for anything other than shitty office meetings between technologically illiterate big wigs."

WYNONA: "Oh, come on, Em. Don't be so hard on the multi-million dollar companies. Might hurt their feelings."

EMMA: "Hah! At any rate, I can start my homework for our story writing class. I have no idea why Mr. Guillermo is so caught up in this whole 'storytelling via varied means and methods' thing. I want to write books, not tell vlog stories for some shitty social media website."

WYNONA: "If you only train yourself in one skill, then that's all you've got. Guillermo's got a good reason for this. Expand your skillset, and your core desires will be expanded on."

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EMMA: "Good Lord, Wyn, if I wanted to hear Guillermo drone at me, I'd go back to class. That was a nearly perfect recitation of him. Hang on, I'm going to quit the recording and double check the audio, I want to see how clear my voice is from the laptop mic and how clear your voice is."

WYNONA: "Mine? Why mine?"

EMMA: "So we know how much louder you need to be in future vid-"

There is a sudden sound of alarm in the background from Wynona, and it makes Emma jump out of her seat and twist around to look for the cause. Wynona continues making sounds of distress, and there's some banging and some things are thrown around.

Emma: "Oh, my God, Wyn- it's a fly. Relax! It's not a spider!"

Wynona: "I HATE flies. God, how do these stupid things even get in here!? I never leave the window open, but there's always at least ONE flying around my desk!"

Emma: "I hate them too, but I don't get that freaked out. Are you okay? I think you just threw your math book across the room."

Wynona: "Can you please help me get this thing? I hate flies, hate hate hate them. I don't want them anywhere near me."

Emma is already getting up to cross the room, before thinking better of it and turning back to her computer.

Emma: "Is there a reason? Like do you just have bad memories with flies, or something?"

Wynona goes eerily quiet for a second, and Emma pauses in the middle of stopping her video to turn around, concerned.

Emma: "Wyn?"

Wynona: "I'll tell you later. Look, can you help me?"

Emma: "Yeah, of course, no wor-"

The video is cut off mid-sentence as Emma stops the recording. The file was not removed from her storage, despite its apparent uselessness as just a test, but it marks the starting point and the context behind future recordings.

--END TRANSMISSION--