[The camera is clearly sitting on a shelf or something, judging by the perspective the feed opens up on. It was the best way to get a steady feed, and besides, Sakuri is 4"9, this is the only way to frame the shot so she doesn't look tiny. The twelve year old smiles for a brief second before her expression settles into a default sort of wariness as she clears her throat and begins.]
H-hello, everyone. My name i-is Sakuri Kunikai, and I just, um, arrived. I h-have some questions... things back h-home were, they were... [she trails off, looking stricken, but sucks in a deep breath and tries again, fists clenched at her sides as she struggles to keep calm and keep talking,] they w-weren't going well. Demons w-were involved. I, I think I need a therapist, m-maybe. But I don't really know h-how that sort of thing works, or how to f-find one.
Also, I want, well, I'd l-like some time to think about the, [this will never get less surreal to say,] the superhero th-thing. Registering, I mean. C-can we take some t-time to figure that out? I, at home, things, things went really wrong a-a-and now I get, I get these big flashes of panic, and I cry a-and I don't know why, and I just don't want to b-be a bad superhero and g-get somebody hurt. But I d-don't want to sit around and not h-help anyone, either. People sh-should help each other, it's just the right thing to do... [Despite her voice shaking, she nods to herself, as if reminding herself of this fact, and her voice is a bit more even as she finishes speaking.]
Sorry, if th-these are stupid questions. And for my stutter, I, I was going to speech therapy but, but it'll take a while t-to go away completely. A-anyway, thank you all f-for your time.
[She cuts the feed, shoulders still visibly tense, clearly not any less nervous than when she began.]