[i]Before the Children were left alone...[/i]

Yoru stared down at Mae. He doesn't even deem the notepad with an answer, remaining as silent as the girl herself...but the look on his face, in his eyes. Those cold eyes were narrowed into green glittering slits which showed no mercy. No empathy at all, just darkness. He was, however, surveying Tori with a look of mild interest. It seemed some of the children still thought they were dreaming? And he knew about the oldest boy...the white-haired one. He knew of his protective streak, it was shining out like a massive beacon. Hardly surprising, there had to be at least one. And then there was the stubborn girl.

Yoru took Morgan's shoes ever-so-carefully along with the others, glancing over the children one more time before the lift closed. He didn't care for them at all, but was worried about what they would do to Lady Katashi...still, he had his orders. There were other things that needed attending to. Moments before, moments before the lift closed completely. Literally seconds away from the doors shutting, anyone who was staring at the crack in the door closely might have thought they saw something. And it might've been a trick of the light, but for a moment it almost looked like Master Yoru wasn't really...human, almost ever-so-slightly different in appearance. But the doors shut too quickly to take notice of it.

[i]Back to the present...[/i]

The massive doors opened up with a loud creak, revealing a lavish office. The room itself was huge - almost too big for the bathhouse itself. It must take up an entire floor. The rugs there were so carefully looked after that they were almost completely brand new, not a single thread out of place. To the children's left, a huge fireplace, made with a bright white marble mantle decorated with all kinds of exotic ornaments. The fire itself was crackling and purring in the background to the rhythmic clicking of rock against rock, coming from the shrouded front desk. Right through the middle of the room were thin, translucent lilac drapes, which distorted the other end - which, in hindsight ,was a good thing considering what lay just behind it.

"Well...?" croaked a voice. "Are you just going to stand there gaping, or are you going to come - IN!"

Upon the snappish "In!", the poor children were dragged in by their waists by an invisible force, leaving almighty carpet burns on their heels as a faint reminder of the incident. Nothing could be explained away now - that was almost certainly magic. The massive doors behind them slammed shut with a resounding crash, and the drapes flicked open. A pair of bright blue eyes peered out from the darkness, hardened by greed, reflecting the piles and piles of gold that surrounded them.

Upon the threshold bore Third Witch Katashi of the Bathhouse of the Third Witch.
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She certainly was something. Without the large, overbearing head-size she looked almost normal, was it not for the slightly inhuman look that all of the denizens of this bathhouse bore. Her hair was thick and reminiscent of a massive mop, tied into a sleep bun. The robes, a deep pinkish hue, glimmered with the reflection of the mountains of gold she was carefully counting. Her wrinkles were so deep and pained that she looked as if her had been folded tightly by the passing of time. But even now, there was something very...dangerous about her, perhaps the little arrogant smirk playing on her lips. She was beyond intimidating, and she knew that she was.

"Hello, dearies." she crooned, in a raspy voice. "Do you know why you are here? Do you want to ask me anything before we begin?"