[ Very briefly, he looked to Naoya, then frowned at the young boy with the mop and bucket. ]
I don't recognize him a bit.
[ There was no telling why a boy with cleaning supplies was waving at them like that, but it still was... off, somehow. As he looked at the boy in the hallway, his shadow quivered ever so slightly, and Tatsumi could feel something tapping him on the shoulder. --The shadows? ]
[ Off, indeed. While his stare never left that boy, Tatsumi's voice lowered almost to a whisper. ]
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I don't recognize him a bit.
[ There was no telling why a boy with cleaning supplies was waving at them like that, but it still was... off, somehow. As he looked at the boy in the hallway, his shadow quivered ever so slightly, and Tatsumi could feel something tapping him on the shoulder. --The shadows? ]
[ Off, indeed. While his stare never left that boy, Tatsumi's voice lowered almost to a whisper. ]
Get inside the room. Close the door.