eleven; [voice post] First order of business

Okay. Where the fuck is that bastard Yukimi. Swear to God, he is dead.

[ the sound of someone knocking on a door can be heard. Slamming on it, really. ]

If you know where he is, talk to me. Otherwise, stay the hell away. I don't wanna deal with any of you little snots.

[ more banging, followed by muffled cries. ]

Oh, and not that any of you idiots care, but I think the nice guy got himself locked in the closet. Hah, what else is new.