[For everyone's sake, Grey leaves the door open when Chihiro and Isamu enter, allowing a good amount of light to filter into the room. It doesn't do much for the eerie chill in the air, though.

A figure, somehow darker than the darkest shadows of the room, shifts and moves along the wall furthest from the light. Hagakure's voice comes riiight from that shadow.]

Oh...I guess I was calling, huh?

[Ah yes, now he finally admits it. The truth of the matter is that while he was calling for attention, he didn't actually think about what he wants if he actually got said attention.

So with some consideration...]

I don't wanna freak you out or anything, but...I don't think I'm doing so good, Fujisaki-chi. I...I dunno what that freaky Pokemon did to me, but I...

[He trails off, still having a rather hard time coming to terms with this. The atmosphere grows just a little more oppressive in the meantime.]