I will not go back

[Accidental video:]

[The video starts with showing Hisui, sitting on a chair, petting a Siamese cat that’s curled up on her lap. The cat looks at Hisui and meows – if you think the meow is somewhat questioning, well. You might be right.]

[Hisui stops petting her and sighs, smiling sadly.] No, Houseki... He isn't here.

[Houseki meows again, this time more insistently. Hisui's expression shifts and she looks down, no longer smiling.]

I don't know. He might not come back... [A sigh] At least, I’m sure he doesn't want to.

[Houseki hisses, but this is drowned out by the beeping that is coming from the kitchen. Hisui starts and carefully lifts Houseki down.] Ah, the bread! I almost forgot.

[For a moment, the video shows only the ceiling, but amongst the clattering that is coming from the general direction of the kitchen, it is possible to distinguish some faint sounds that suspiciously sound like soft paws hitting against the floor.]

[Soon, Hisui comes back, and the video shifts its focus once again, showing her eyes widening as she notices that Houseki is nowhere to be seen. Nothing else is different... except she is pretty sure the window wasn't open when she left.]

[There is a gasp as she realizes just what has happened.] Oh no...

Houseki!

[The last thing the video shows is Hisui running outside to look for her.]

[After calming down and getting over the initial confusion and worry, she finally does as the Welcome Center ladies instruct her to and sits down to write.]

Good evening, everyone who is reading this!

I apologize for interrupting your evening in such a rude manner, but there is something I would like to ask. [After all, the cheerful ladies told her this would be the only way to find out anything...]

I’m looking for a tall, dark-haired, very handsome [... she can’t very well say demon, can she?] man named Kokuyo. If you know anything about him or his whereabouts, I would be most grateful. The same goes for those with the names Kohaku and Koryuu. [Almost adds Shuichirou’s name there, but... Baw.]

Thank you in advance, and my sincerest apologies for the trouble.

[As she closes the journal, it switches to audio without her noticing, although the first few seconds are just some rustle of clothes.]

Ah-- I wonder if it is possible to have tea while I wait… [A slight pause, followed by the sound of her hands clapping together once.] I guess I will have to go and ask! [But, contrary to what one might expect, there are no footsteps recorded, but instead something that sounds vaguely like a rush of air.]