[What the hell just looked through the window?! Hijikata was getting himself a late night drink from the vending machine on the second floor of the hotel when... something pressed its indistinct glowing face and hand against the glass nearby. He can feel the hairs in the back of his neck stand up as he sprints upstairs to his room on the third floor. Part of him really doesn't want to look into this, but the duty-bound, death-magic-equipped cop side of him outweighs that little voice of reason, so he opens the window (the one by the vending machine couldn't be opened) to lean out and look for... whatever that was.]
Creepers
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