<span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Rai Nishiyama - the Living Room</span></span><br/><br/>Talk to Jack... Rai's eyes behind the lens of his glasses lit up with embers of hope. He's never talked to the man before, preferring to avoid the basement - he didn't get a good feeling when he entered it. But maybe, just maybe, this was the right time to do it for the first time. Noiselessly bowing his head, gaze aimed straight at the ground, he nodded to Jim, and raised himself back up to his feet. Maybe he didn't even need to talk to Jim... He had some business to do.<br/><br/>Some seriously serious business!<br/><br/>Pulling the jumper over his head, he himself hurried upstairs. The stairs passed beneath his feet, one by one, as he took them by three at once, bolting through the entire house all the way to his room.<br/><br/>The walls, charred by fire on every side, peeling wallpaper, signed furniture. The marks of the avarice of fire, enveloping it a thousand and one time, has been printed into that room like a fingerprint in moist mud. Even though it no longer burned, he could see it crimson all around him. Crimson. Crimson...<br/>He stepped towards his bed, stained, burned bedclothes being shoved aside. There were several lighters in there, hidden under the mattress... A maddened grin appeared on his lips as he took them all out, shoving them into his pockets, only one remaining in his hand. It was a simple silver lighter with a cover, which he switched to the side with a flick of his fingers, the metallic case reflecting his face.<br/><br/>What was going on inside his head was difficult to figure out. It was a whirlpool of fire and darkness intertwining, and it only grew wilder as that lighter drew near the bed, setting the bedding on fire, to follow onto the walls, the curtains, the wardrobe... Flames licked everything... Flames consumed it, an inferno burned within that room.<br/><br/>His grin soon turned into a maddened laugh as he ran out the room, holding the still-lit lighter in his burned hand. The sound was like the rough cawing of a crow, echoing through the corridor, the flame dragged across the wall, charring and setting the wallpaper on fire. He took another one out of his stuffed pockets, to repeat the motion with that one, too, leaving two long strips of blazing flames on the walls. His bare feet thudded on the ground, and he drew the lighters near everything even remotely flammable. Spinning in circles through the corridor as he left fire behind, his laughter became psychotic. Even his glasses were dropped and left somewhere...<br/><br/>That was, till he came to the library. He pushed the door open, and his eyes glimmered with the reflection of fire at the sight of the books. Only a small part of his mind actually took in the presence of the girl on the other side...<br/>He looked at her. Not a scrap of sanity was in his eyes as he did so, pointing one finger at her, the flame of the lighter accentuating the gesture. "Get out. This house is going to burn down!" he proclaimed.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Rai Nishiyama - the Library</span></span>