"Help?" The whisper repeated, its tone full of scorn. "That's what they always say. But they never mean it. Never."

Kota frowned; that made no sense as an answer to his protest, so... did that mean that someone else was here? He froze, breathing as shallowly as possible and was rewarded with the faint sound of a voice - one that he had heard recently. "Miura-san? I'm here!" It sounded like she was off over to his left, and he turned that way, climbing on the bench so his voice might carry further. "I'm at a dead end. I'm going to get to an intersection, so it'll be easier to find each other. Just..." His voice wavered for a moment before he pulled himself back together. "Just be careful."

It was stupid, he thought as he jumped down and turned to go, to say that he had a bad feeling about this place. Considering they were (somehow) inside a mirror this whole thing had been screamingly wrong from the start. And yet he couldn't help but feel uneasy, a sense that only grew as he walked down the hallway and noticed how the light started to dim.