Daylight was fading and he was no closer to getting any solid answers or finding anyone from Ayakashi-kan. The situation was enough to make him edgy, nervous, and did nothing to ease his worry over his master, Ririchiyo.
The voice chimed over the announcement system once again, and Soushi was escorted back toward the room he'd woken up in. He did take the nurses up on their offer to allow him to wash up. There was something comforting in going through the motions, though he didn't feel any cleaner after drying them on the paper towels and returning to the room.
Even though the food didn't look terrible, he was hesitant, once again, to eat what they put in front of him. If the people here weren't above human experimentation, there was no way to be certain it was safe, even if this was the only meal they allowed him to eat in the privacy of his own room. He drank about half his glass of water, but touched little else. How could he eat when he didn't know whether or not Ririchiyo was safe?
Perhaps he was looking at this wrong, he reasoned. If the staff were the ones who became monsters, perhaps he'd been put here by mistake? Maybe it was the staff he ought to be looking for, asking about, trying to find familiar faces among. The residents of Ayakashi were all descended from myth and legend, often called monsters or worse, and while he had nothing against the humans in this place, it might be more likely that his master was among the staff in this place.
Though the thought of Ririchiyo-sama in a nurse's attire was enough to distract him for a few moments, he quickly returned to the task at hand. If what the other patients told him was correct, when night fell, he'd be able to leave his room. How then, to prepare? A quick search of the room earned him a flashlight, but the pens and paper in the drawer were much less useful. Unless he were writing letters. Which was not, altogether, a bad idea. He sat on the nearest bed, flashlight beside him, journal resting on his lap.
M6
The voice chimed over the announcement system once again, and Soushi was escorted back toward the room he'd woken up in. He did take the nurses up on their offer to allow him to wash up. There was something comforting in going through the motions, though he didn't feel any cleaner after drying them on the paper towels and returning to the room.
Even though the food didn't look terrible, he was hesitant, once again, to eat what they put in front of him. If the people here weren't above human experimentation, there was no way to be certain it was safe, even if this was the only meal they allowed him to eat in the privacy of his own room. He drank about half his glass of water, but touched little else. How could he eat when he didn't know whether or not Ririchiyo was safe?
Perhaps he was looking at this wrong, he reasoned. If the staff were the ones who became monsters, perhaps he'd been put here by mistake? Maybe it was the staff he ought to be looking for, asking about, trying to find familiar faces among. The residents of Ayakashi were all descended from myth and legend, often called monsters or worse, and while he had nothing against the humans in this place, it might be more likely that his master was among the staff in this place.
Though the thought of Ririchiyo-sama in a nurse's attire was enough to distract him for a few moments, he quickly returned to the task at hand. If what the other patients told him was correct, when night fell, he'd be able to leave his room. How then, to prepare? A quick search of the room earned him a flashlight, but the pens and paper in the drawer were much less useful. Unless he were writing letters. Which was not, altogether, a bad idea. He sat on the nearest bed, flashlight beside him, journal resting on his lap.