Jotou looked up at the ceiling as her yellow nightgown drifted around her knees with every step she took. Up on the third floor, the blonde paused, noticing another standing in the middle of the hall. "Detective?"
Fumeko turned, "I saw you coming up." Her eyes were waned and her arms crossed. "Can't sleep? Stressed about what's going on with the cult and why my dad hasn't been home yet?"
"Mayyybe, but night's still young," Jotou sighed. "Not like this is the first time your dad's not been home for the night."
"Probably means something's going on."
"Something out of our control that we should probably be patient about."
"For once, I agree."
"Tired of the cult detective?" Jotou leaned on the handrail.
"Hardly. We just don't have a lot we can do about it. But I'm sure I'll figure something out."
"We'll figure something out," Jotou smiled.
