[ The phone and the monster stop in midair, held in place by some unseen force. It roars again, writhing and twisting in a vain attempt to turn back to their hiding place. The deliciously squishy humans are close! It can smell them! In spite of its scrambling, the monster is extracted from the office, like a band-aid getting ripped off of an arm. The kids would say it was "yote."

A single gunshot rings out, and the roaring stops. Outside, the muted click of high heels on pavement grows distant.

The phone floats closer to their hiding place and drops to the floor. Aqua has one new text:
All done~🎵 ]