Yamato almost leapt out of his skin at the wail, too high-strung to immediately recognise the sound as human. He had barely slept at all, despite the weariness from last night, and it was leaving him a bit irritable and jumpy.

He turned and gave Atsuro a frosty glare, trying to calm his rapid pulse and to appear as unruffled as possible. Startled by a yawn, tch...

"Obviously because my phone book fascinates me," Yamato muttered snidely before shaking his head, "No, there is some form of supernatural entity here. You can only see it in the reflections of things, though."