Alone again, she sat on one corner of the room, examining her knife idly. 

Mado Tsukihime found this situation all too familiar. Everyone, after gathering round for whatever reason they had in mind, all left to do their separate things, and one of them... one of them will suddenly die. Locked room optional.

How exciting the prospect. She had never been in a closed room murder mystery, or even a normal murder mystery before.

Mado sighed as she listened to the others telling their own stories. Her kind of stories weren't generally accepted she had learned. It was pointless for her to even tell stories about anything. No one would believe her, and no one would really listen to her long enough as well. Just as she was sitting in this room with them but still separated from the rest. Something she had noticed and accepted all her life.

The girl, Jasper if she recalled her name correctly, stood up and went upstairs, where she was presumably going to bed.

"...I should be going as well..." Mado spoke to no one in particular.

She did not go upstairs however, that would be reserved for those other people. Instead she headed outside, where she sat on a rather ricketty old bench. Or was it an unused shelf for potted plants? Either way it had something for her to sit on and a back for her to lean against so it was fine. She looked up towards the man walking towards her, maintaining his aura of dignity, of being a high class gentleman. 

"Staying alone? I do hope you weren't thinking of sleeping on that... thing."

"I can't sleep." Mado stated. "I won't sleep. What if they come when I am sleeping? There is no one here who can fend them off if I do."

"Well then, allow me to keep you company throughout the night." He sat beside her, the bench creaking under his weight, but still holding together. "Now if we are to capture the siren's music, we would, of course, need a siren first. The paper, if I had read it correctly, had not mentioned anything about what it was exactly. Therefore...."

Mado kept silent as the man went on about what the siren's song was, nodding at the right moment to let him know she was still listening. When dawn comes, Mado should probably meet the mayor as one of them said, and then proceed to find a siren somewhere. She was so sleepy, but she had never succumbed to it yet. 

The Faceless Man won't find her offguard tonight.