Yohji nodded and slipped into the room behind Omi, slowly closing the door to keep it from banging as he closed it behind them. It'd be stupid to let it slam and alert everything to exactly which room they were in.

Yohji looked around the room carefully, following where Omi shone the flashlight. There was an uncomfortable feeling ebtween his shoulderblades, like he was being watched. Occupational paranoia was good, the trick was distinguishing it from the everyday paranoia of being here that was the problem.