John
`"Fine. I guess I will have to go and get the water myself. I will be right back."`

*Makimi walked up to the door and unleashed a powerful kick right next to the door handle. The door flew open with a crash, and she casually strolled out of the room.*
Kim
*The Ghost nearly had a panic attack. It would be the equivalent of a pianist playing a beautiful melody only to be interrupted. Not to mention she was going into that room... He couldn't stop her without harming her of course, so he would let her see.*

*What Makimi would uncover would bring terror to any normal person. There were knives hung on the walls with his signature white mask between them and various black robes were hung in easy to access locations. In the very front of the room lay several hand drawn maps on a desk and a larger one on a board of sorts. The map on the board was Makimi's estate. Hand drawn with notes written on areas of interest.*
John
*Makimi paused, taking it all in. She stood in front of the map of her estate, noting his meticulous attention to detail. Every last inch of the property, down to the hedge art in the gardens, was recreated. After a moment, she turned to look at the Ghost, her face unreadable.*

`"You certainly have a lot of time on your hands. Had you not chosen murder, you could be an artist."`
Kim
*The Ghost paused his sharpening of his blade to examine it and only replied with...*
"Murder is my art."
John
`"You have a unique way of expressing yourself. The knives are beautiful on their own, but where is the beauty in taking human life?"`