Mark Two

[dechiqueter]

[a bento of soba lays on the floor, the noodles scattered about and tangled in the pair of chopsticks. behind it, the door to Kanda's solitary room hangs open just a few inches, but there's no light inside. the key lies on the floor inside, not far from the door itself. the glint of a second key comes from the nightstand. other than that, nothing else is illuminated by the light of the hallway.

nothing.. except an eerie creaking sound]