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[There's a shimmer in the air in the dining room, the feeling of something not quite right. A sort of pull in the air, and Kaitou KID ripples into existence. He's in full uniform, but there's something vaguely off about him. Something about the way he stands, and the idea that perhaps you can on occasion catch a glimpse of the room through the fabric of his cape, or the skin of his face. Psychics and ghosts might note something slightly off about him, though he's not actually dead. He just learned the hard way not to mess with cursed objects.
He's looking around, in slight confusion. Well, this wasn't where he was expecting to wind up.]
He's looking around, in slight confusion. Well, this wasn't where he was expecting to wind up.]