"I'm sorry. I liked Sakura, she just seemed to fit so well here." The way that Anwei never quite had. "Maybe you should write down what happened, just in case."

In case what, was pretty obvious.

She turns her head and speaks to the box, and her voice immediately changes: it is haughty, condescending. The voice of an aristocrat speaking to someone - or something - barely worth speaking to. "I am Anwei Ayles, of the Ayles family and the White Line. Do you acknowledge my power over you?" Her arm was tensed, ready to throw the box as far as she could, if necessary.

The box murmurs, and she turns its volume back up. "I submit myself," it moans, and Anwei makes a grimace of distaste, narrow tongue flicking out over her bottom teeth.

She intones, "You will display, accurately and completely, the definition and nature of your contents to me, now."

The box's top suddenly seems to swirl with spirals of jagged text, like a mouth with infinitely receding teeth, and Anwei visibly relaxes as her eyes swerve to read it.

"I don't think we'll need that hammer, Howard. Box, open."

The top of the box seems to sink down and vanish, and inside is nothing but impenetrable blackness.