Night 54: Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]
As he walked into the waiting room, Niikura nearly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sound of several guns or so cocking, or maniacal laughter, or the door suddenly closing behind him and locking him in. None of that happened, but, he told himself (There had been no tinge of disappointment. None.), the danger had hardly passed.
He took several, slow, measured steps into the room and then spun around quickly on his heel, fixing Mike with a piercing stare.
"Alright." He suddenly glanced to the side, flicking his flashlight toward the door on his left. When someone failed to barge in after several seconds, he whipped his head and the flashlight back and resumed staring at Mike. "What was that all about just now, Mike-san?" Niikura's voice had lost its usual lightheartedness; now, just as it had only seconds ago, it sounded flat and almost...accusatory.
As he walked into the waiting room, Niikura nearly closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable sound of several guns or so cocking, or maniacal laughter, or the door suddenly closing behind him and locking him in. None of that happened, but, he told himself (There had been no tinge of disappointment. None.), the danger had hardly passed.
He took several, slow, measured steps into the room and then spun around quickly on his heel, fixing Mike with a piercing stare.
"Alright." He suddenly glanced to the side, flicking his flashlight toward the door on his left. When someone failed to barge in after several seconds, he whipped his head and the flashlight back and resumed staring at Mike. "What was that all about just now, Mike-san?" Niikura's voice had lost its usual lightheartedness; now, just as it had only seconds ago, it sounded flat and almost...accusatory.