Silence.

Not a peep was heard from the Japanese girl, and Akemi Hirukawa looked even smaller then she actually was. Her eyes darted around restlessly, never meeting anyone's eyes before staying focused on the flower held delicately in her fingertips. Akemi nervously plunked the petals off of the flower, tossing the stem aside once all of the petals were torn off.

An uneasy feeling washed over her as she glanced around once again, taking in the people surrounding her. The people her age had a similar feel to her. Akemi could see the dark, red and black colors swirling around them all. It was the colors that surrounded Akemi as well, the aura intensifying once she had locked herself into her room. She had never seen anyone else sport the same color combination as her, and seeing multiple people do so now scared her a bit. Not just people, the entire area was reeking a dark aura. Despite her discomfort, Akemi instinctively knew that she belonged.

The moment she had arrived, she had heard soft, rasping whispers beckoning her to them, but she didn't see anything, not until she looked up to see Lucius Mortenson, that is. Her eyes widened a fraction to see a vivid image of the Devil lurking behind him. The whispering she heard ceased when she took in Lucius and the hallucination that appeared behind him.

The corner of Akemi's lip twisted upwards into a soft smile.