Wandering around the lobby, Hakuba Shiori looks around her, clearly confused by her surroundings and how she ended up in the mansion to begin with. She has a displeased as she reaches into her coat pocket to fish out a watch. The second hand ticks slowly while she scrutinizes the clock face.

"Well, there goes getting home remotely on time," she mumbles, putting her watch back in her pocket. Running a hand through her hair, she sighs and continues to look around. Maybe there's an exit nearby?

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It's night.

The flickering light of flames is cast along the walls of the corridor, the dancing light making shadows leap and jump unexpectedly. A single figure walks steadily through them, holding aloft the lighted torch that casts them. Although her pace is sedate and she is outwardly calm, she has a hand resting on the hilt of one of the two swords she carries. In the dim light, it's hard to tell that much more about her -- a straw hat, showing signs of having recently weathered a storm, hides her face, and robes she wears -- in the darkness, resembling nothing so much as the hakama and coat donned by advanced practioners of aikido, although of a colour and cloth not usually worn -- make it difficult to determine even her gender at first glance.

Coming to the end of one corridor she hesitates over which way to turn. As she is deliberating, a faint noise catches her attention and lifting the torch to see better, Ran glances back the way she has come.