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Shurui sought to clear his mind of traumatic thoughts by preparing what he would need to bring for this expedition... not that there was much he [i]could[/i] bring. Deciding on travelling somewhat light by his standards, Shurui grabs his kunai, two knives, and a small bag to put miscellaneous items in. He imagined this job would be fairly straightforward, however wouldn't come unprepared just in case something were to happen. After all, 150 years of experience will teach you some things.

The yurei manages to shake the thoughts from his mind, however he's soon enthralled by a picture sitting on his desk. It was a painting done by a friend of his some 130 years ago, when Shurui and his wife still lived. It was a simple sketch, without any colour, though was expertly painted in unprecedented detail. It was standing the test of time even now, however one could see the effects of time as the painting had begun to erode away from within the frame it was situated. Being the last thing in this world aside from his ring that Shurui could remember his wife by, he made sure it was well-kept and usually had it hidden away so nobody could see it. He stares at the picture for a good long while before letting out a sigh, grabbing his hat from the bed and putting it on, tilting it at the painting. "Don't worry, honey... I'll be with you soon. I promise."

With that, Shurui exits his room and waits by the staircase, over watching the ground floor from a floor above, waiting patiently for Nao and perhaps any other comrades she may have enlisted help with...