Yamato's persistence is rewarded. A ghostly wail, as of some ancient creature stirring from an eons-long slumber, sounds loudly through the darkness of the night.

...It is followed shortly by an apology.

"Ah... sorry." A second ghostly figure appears out of the shadows. It has no face, until Atsuro reaches up and adjusts his cap out of his eyes. "Didn't mean to yawn so loudly." A repeat performance ensues, though much more subdued in volume. "...I'm exhausted."

Why had he come out again tonight? Ostensibly, his reason was that he had needed to go shopping, only to be caught by the siren song the previous night. He'd slept the whole day and then emerged into the twilight again, only to be swept up by the song anew. ...This was not a good week.

"...Why're you staring at your phone, Yamato?"