Charles wandered through the halls, taking turns trying to find the hallway that would lead him to the door. [i]Lousy club. At least I'll get a few days free from this supernatural shit.[/i] Charles scowled as he thought about the time he had just spent in the Occult Club. [i]Stupid Mitsuko, what right does she have to blackmail the king of Yurei High? I never even wanted to be in this dump of a school, let alone this freakshow of a club. I could have been blackmailed into Rugby, Football, even photography, but no, I was blackmailed into the crappiest and weirdest club in the whole school.[/i]. Charles went to get out his phone to continue where he left off in his game, but to his utter dismay, he realised he had left it in the room in his haste.

Charles swore and yelled, and began the journey back to the Occult Club, occasionally ripping down a poster or kicking a locker on the way back in his rage. [i]Lousy club, it's even making me forget my damn phone. God, this will be embarrassing when I get back to the club.[/i]. "Ooo, come back have you?" Charles mocked Mitsuko's voice, his face getting more and more furrowed in frustration as he got closer to the dreaded room 2-A. Charles seriously considered running in there and attacking everyone, this would be a good time to grab Seiko and Mitsuko's phone and make a run for it. But he couldn't. Even if they weren't expecting him to be there, they would most likely tuck their phone back in their pockets at the sight of him.

Finally, Charles arrived at the door of the Occult Club. He let out a quiet sigh. He could easily just leave his phone and entrust it to the people in the Club. But Charles knew that he couldn't do that. Makoto would probably break it, and Seiko would get her prying hands all over it, reading his texts, checking his pictures, messaging people from his account. He hastily glanced into the room, same old people, but there was someone else in there, someone that, unlike most of the other people in the club, he actually knew and liked. [i]Eli![/i] Charles thought with a smile. [i]Ahh, this guy is a total bit of banter.[/i] He speaks English too. That means he could tell him about what was going on without the risk of unwanted ears prying into the conversation. Charles opened the door. 

He quickly darted to his seat and grabbed his phone, which was lying face down under the desk. Untouched, thankfully. He checked it just to make sure. No embarrassing texts sent from him, no pictures added or deleted. He sighed in relief. Then he turned to Eli, and spoke in his posh, accented voice, but this time in English.

"Hey, I know you! How are you Eli? What are you doing here in this freak show? Blackmailed as well? Well, whatever the reason, watch out for Makoto, she punches, and watch out for Seiko, one tiny mistake and you're screwed. Big time.".