A sharp intake of breath. Light finally opens his eyes- ]
RYUK, YOU BASTARD-!
[ Scrambling as Light gets to his feet; the phone falls out of his pocket and clatters onto the slick floor. The feed now broadcasts the interior of the Yellowbox in all of its unused glory. ]
...haa... haa... haa...
[ Short pants as Light orients himself. His eyes angrily follow the phone's path, and then dart here-and-there, searching for signs of life. ]
..What the hell is this?