Silent and smooth as darkness itself, Facilier entered the game room with the same deadly sense of purpose as the approaching night. Oh, he looked just charming and cheerful on the outside, giving his usual grins to the staff around him, but his eyes were not so true to his outer appearance. Facilier was searching for one of Landel's infected "lambs", and his plans for such poor individuals wasn't to shepherd them to safety, but quite the contrary. Here he found one of the targets he had been searching for, sitting by himself with some sort of toy in his hands. The boy's message on the bulletin board was concrete evidence to the Bokor that he was plain-as-day infected. It was time to swoop in and set his "doctor" plan into motion.

As he approached his target, Facilier noticed the object in Sora's hands to be some piece of rectangular plastic. Another "televised vision box" perhaps? Just how small could this world's technology get?

Technology aside, Facilier gave the boy a friendly greeting. "Good evening, Mr. Sora!" He gracefully took a seat next to the boy. "Feeling any better today I hope?"