[It's early, very early in the morning — or perhaps very late at night, depending on your sleeping habits — when the first of the Mansion's inhabitants are pulled out of their pre-dawn slumber.

At first it's hard to tell what, exactly, roused you. It's still dark. Quiet, isn't it? Except for the sounds of other sleepy occupants.

Except... something seems off about that shuffling. That moaning doesn't quite sound like a person having restless dreams. The noises are increasing in number by the minute... and are they coming from outside?

Those wary enough to grope for a weapon will find one comes easily to hand — the Mansion isn't leaving anyone unarmed tonight. And one look outside a window is all it takes to convince you that you'll be needing it.

From the forest fog, the hordes are advancing.]





((OOC: Zombie invasion in the comm for Halloween! Feel free to bring in any kind of zombie type you like, from Night of the Living Dead style to Left 4 Dead style to Zombie Hunters style [tw: gore] to Jane Austen style. Be as ridiculous or serious as you like. Have at.))

Well, then, this set-up isn't ominous at all. It just happens to be like several other places she and her family have gone to in the past, where someone inevitably gets murdered in some complex, gruesome way.

Not that she horribly minded her father's "business travel." She knew that being the daughter of a detective--a world renowned one, at that, would lend her vacations to plotting and intrigue. But would be it too much to ask for just one of these outings to actually be relaxing and rejuvenating?

She couldn't even imagine how her father must feel, spending every trip solving mysteries--and then having to deal with the publicity and fall-out that followed. She tried not to pity him, but surely he knew that's what was in store when he aimed to be famous?

Ran paused in the middle of the lobby, trying to get her bearings of the whole place. Everyone had split up for the time-being, and there was still time before dinner. "Guess wandering around wouldn't hurt a bit...though I wonder where Conan-kun ran off to?" She didn't mind having some time to herself, but she knew how that boy had a habit of finding trouble...

With the power cut, everything in the Mansion was dark save for where natural lighting from the windows provided or wherever one might start a fire.

Well, and one other source.

In the infirmary, where a certain Shinichi was, there was a new light source. A red butterfly that fluttered in somehow. The glow was faint, but with no other light, it was quite bright.

"I think this is it," Leormon said, leading the way down a hall.

"Good. Keep following it," Conan said, keeping a hand on Leormon's back, watching behind them for any sign of movement.

"Huh? Hey, this scent...." Leormon said, looking up. "He smells like that place..."

"Who? Kaito?" Conan said, looking forward.

"No, that Conan smells like that Island we went to for a day," Leormon said, gesturing down the hall.

Where another, younger Conan was, illuminated by a red butterfly. He slowed down as soon as he saw the other two, watching as the butterfly hovered outside the door of a room, trying not to let his wariness show. "Hi. Ah, that's my room," he said, pointing to the door.

Conan's eyes narrowed. "...Leormon?"

"Yes," Leormon said.

"And do you...?"

"Only you and him in the area."

"Is that really your room?" Conan asked the younger one.

Conan paused, looking over what the two said before answering. "He's Leormon?" He asked, pointing to the Digimon.

"...what about it?" Conan asked.

The younger nodded. "Just checking, he said, moving to the door to open it. "I was sent by the locator," he added, pushing up the door and following the butterfly inside.

The older paused, but followed when Leormon moved in. The Digmon didn't smell or hear anyone else nearby except the two Conan's, and the blood he was pretty sure was the Kaito they were looking for. Conan closed the door behind them before calling out, the trio illuminated by the butterfly. "Kaito?"