Oh, so whoever did the Intercom was aware of it. Ryusei tapped his pen against the little diagram in his journal and would wonder if he'd just had the bad luck to get admitted to a place like this or whether he had been drawn here on purpose, but it sounded preposterous without any proof one way or the other. No, he had proof, but considering how cynical Kurogane was about the entire asylum thing, Ryusei couldn't take the proof at face value. Kurogane had been right about the town after all, and the lady from the Music Room had been right about other things, and Bruce or whatever had had a similar portal experience. Not to mention the ghost.

But that meant that he had to doubt himself. No, not doubt, merely admit that he had been wrong. He'd just see where this line of thinking took him, he thought uneasily as he fetched his flashlight. He just had to make sure nothing came loose like that disgusting time the other day. He'd just have to watch himself was all, he thought and repeated twice as he slipped into the hall and made his way out.