( action context; not part of the SOS )

[What sordid scene is this aggressively blaring alarm on your bracelet about to lead into? Actually, with the blinds blocking out the worst of the mid-morning glare off the snow outside, you might have to strain your eyes a bit. However, the picture on the emergency feed can soon be recognised as a standard, sparsely decorated living room in one of the Welcome Hall flats. No problem here.

The sound is more likely to catch your attention first. Not Yosuke's own yelp just then - that noise was a bit too strangled to have any particularly arresting presence, although chances are it was at least loud enough to hear from out in the corridor. The ominous rumble underfoot and the incessant chorus of meowing, on the other hand...]

I, I don't... Someone... [He’s off-screen, but the stricken look on his face is pretty much audible.] Someone, help! What do I do!? The door was open, there's like a million cats in here, and I can't find my partner!

( OOC cut for visual reference! )
[The panning of the video across the room is as panicked as he sounds, and it's hard to catch any details in more than passing, but there are quite a few to be picked out by the keen-eyed: the flick of a tail here, a quivering whisker there, a flash of red-eye over there, the gleam of an unsheathed katana from the top of a nearby table, papers and books and small green leaves and spilled soil and piles and piles of tiny cloth pouches haphazardly strewn across what little of the floor isn't being rolled on, a bare human arm -

Yes, an arm in the middle of the whole mess, with cats of all shapes and sizes swarming, rolling, churning around it. There might be a person attached to it somewhere, but under the seething morass of agitated felines it's basically impossible to tell.]

Ugh, sheesh... I knew I should’ve said someth-

[And here, the camera finally comes to a stop. ...More or less. The picture is still trembling.]

Oh god, what...!?

[Then, weakly, it drops to Yosuke's side. Now there's nothing on the screen but his boots, wavering in and out of focus, still lightly dusted with snow - and, if you squint, a fair amount of cat hair.]

H-He's not getting up...!

[Down below, completely nonchalantly, a scruffy ginger tabby slips in through the open door, pads into frame and begins to gently rub up against Yosuke's leg. He makes no attempt to move it or anything else in the several long seconds before the feed shuts off.]