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"I intend to--" talking as he walked through the doorframe, Uryuu's voice stopped along with his movements. The first sign of something off had been the abrupt sense of disorientation, a dizzying nausea that did little to ameliorate his already augmenting aching, slight but pervasive discomfort in his skin, and the ceasless headache. The ground felt as if it rocked beneath his feet, as if his vestibular system had been tampered with, and he grimaced as he attempted to orient himself.

The next sign: the ground beneath his feet, the smooth hardness (not carpet) that met the soles of his boots as he stepped forward, and the slight echo, that which carried his words. His eyes adjusted onto tile, and he fumbled to retrieve his flashlight, which he shone over the room that smelled of moisture, soap, and mildew.

As he passed the beam of his flashlight over the showerheads, dispensers, stacked stools, and red and white tiles, Uryuu realized that not only was this a showerroom, but having seen that the men's showers had blue tiling, it was a women's showerroom. Blood shot up his neck and swamped his cheeks, and he would have pivoted hard and attempted to march right out of there, except for the blocked doorway behind him, and the obviously more pressing issue of how the door to the entry room had led here.

"This, uh," he tried, using the flashlight to try and push up his glasses, "...isn't right."

A lame finish.

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And the process continued, stomach flipping over, but Mikado almost relished the sensation if it meant getting out of that dark room.... Of course, all the rooms were dark, and this one could be worse than the last, but at first glance, it at least looked normal. Some kind of office, with a desk, chair, and computer--

...Computer?

There was a high-pitched gasp of delight from Mikado as he rushed into the room, skidding around the desk to brush his hands over the computer. It was only when he pressed the power button that he remembered to answer Sakuta-- And only recalled that. The wariness he had held only moments ago had passed with this new realization. "Oh, right, the experiments. I guess they experiment a lot on people here. My friend was before I even got here, and I was a couple of nights ago. The doctors seem to relish in it."

All spoken in the lightest of conversational tones. Mikado's attention was for the computer, an aspect shown in the shine of his eyes as the computer slowly booted up, screen flickering on.