<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100401191448/fatalframe/images/c/c2/Misaki_Asou1.png)<br/></div><strong>Misaki Asou<br/>Not sure where she is</strong><br/><hr/>Misaki stood there, dumbfounded. She certainly wasn't back in her house. But the door leading out into what<em>should have</em>been a familiar hallway, wasn't. It was a hallway, but there were no other rooms like the one she was in. One door looked to be for a closet, and everything was just confusing.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on here?" Misaki held her head in her hands, and thought she faintly heard the Tsukimori Song again. She jerked her head up and shined the flashlight up and down the hallway. "Where is that coming from??" She wondered aloud, thinking she might just be going genuinely insane. Who wouldn't, after all she had been through?<br/><br/><em>"Oya! This... Dare ga?! Ningen ka?!"</em>A voice called out. It sounded...normal. Human, to be precise. At least she hoped it was human...<br/><br/>"Dare gadesu ka?" She called out, thinking she could see the outline of a person further down the hall. It was moving towards her, and Misaki was a bit afraid. But she knew that if it did turn out to be a ghost, she had the camera with her.<br/><br/>Without thinking, Misaki ran towards the figure. Her flashlight moving wildly along the walls. The bag around her shoulder bouncing up and down, smacking against her hip and the clicking of her shoes on the old wood of the floor echoed throughout the hall.<br/><br/>As she drew closer to the figure, she shined the beam on it. It looked to be a male, a bit taller than her, with a haircut similar to Haibara. The man who kidnapped her when she was younger. Finally getting close enough to him, she slowed her pace to a hurried walk until she was in front of him. Trying to catch her breath, she held her hand to her chest and shined the light towards his face. Though not enough to blind him. Now that she was close enough to him, she could see that he was dressed in a strange way. It was something Misaki had never seen before.<br/><br/>"Anata dare?" She asked, looking him up and down. "Who...are you?" Misaki repeated, wondering if he understood her the first time. He looked to be of Japanese descent, but Misaki didn't want to assume he would understand Japanese.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translations</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dare gadesu ka? - Who's there?<br/>Anata dare? - Who are you?</div></div>