Daniel watched Yoru walk around near [b]Mae and Tori[/b] and took a step towards them watching Yoru carefully until he walked all the way to the elevator. He stepped back to the centre of the room and examined the area around him. Time stretched and what was probably a few seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. He'd ruffled his hair and run a hand through it and, despite the lengthy feeling of time, the door that opened felt like it was opened too early. The door, he'd noticed, looks old and the handles appeared as if they'd not been touched for a [i]long[/i] time with a thin layer of dust settled on them. The idea of anyone being in that room was unthinkable, laughable, even, however, Daniel did not find this an appropriate time to crack a joke.

He was partially right, the handles had not been touched, probably, since they'd been made, he marvelled as the doors opened themselves. However this short moment of awe was shattered as he'd ignored the croaking voice and suddenly, as if a rope had been wrapped around him, he got pulled inside. In a desperate attempt to slow down he slammed his feet into the carpet/rug, he couldn't lift his feet up, however, as he would fall. Nearing the end of his journey he couldn't take the heat or the pain so he lifted his feet only to find his "flight" cut short by gravity, which came to force when the pull inside had stopped abruptly and he fell to the floor, landing on his chest.

He was too busy pulling himself to his feet as everyone else looked around the room. He soon got to the front of the group, standing between them and the old witch that, somehow, reminded him of a teacher. As soon as he felt he was defending the younger children enough he marvelled at the room. He traced the line of the designs on the rug, and looked at the shined dark wooden desk with the carvings on the outer side. He only noticed the gold when the witch ran her hands through it, making a harsh, metallic sound which snapped him back to reality. 

[b]"Hello, Dearies." "Do you know why you are here? Do you want to ask me anything before we begin?"[/b]

Daniel stepped forward. He most certainly DID want to ask a question, [i]well[/i] more a command, really. [b][i]WELL[/i][/b] more a threat, [i]really[/i] "You dare lay a single, wrinkly finger, OR let -anyone else- in this... Bathhouse hurt anyone here and I will do my best to... To repel customers and therefore cutting off your income!" Somehow that insult / threat felt weak and he doubted it would have any effect but what's said is said and he could not take it back now.