(theshsllibrarian) A frown plastered on his face Vincent entered the haunted dorms set on getting to the root of this whole dilemma. Pupils sharpening he sniffed at the air before going throughout the halls.
In the corner of the kitchen, a discarded ball of stuffed flesh-colored fabric rests on the floor. The scent left on it is a mixture of Rin's, Dennis's, and someone unknown. There's also lingering demonic presence, both of Rin's and an unfamiliar but weaker demon. It's no longer possessed, however, an empty shell of its former purpose.






