He could hear her moaning, horrible low grating noises that jolted every nerve in his body. Crouching down low and biting his lower lip, Kei kept himself pressed firmly against the wall as the air grew colder, a sign she was drawing nearer. Alternating bursts of paralyzing fear and muscle-jerking adrenaline made holding still even harder, but the ghost of the scared boy had been a Sign. If he stayed here, the Priestess would never see him, and he would be able to run by her to get to that room she had come from. He was sure of that.
The glowing, blue-skinned, half-naked woman floated past him and Kei tensed, slowly inching forward to dart around the screen. She turned after a moment, though, and started back the way she had come. Oh, no matter, he thought. I'll just wait for her to leave then…
She passed by the screen and he held his breath, eyes closed as he waited. The moans faded out and he grinned, triumphantly, eyes snapping open as he stood.
And stared at the Tattooed Priestess. "I, uh, what? You were supposed to be gone!"
"Oh, I was?" She shrugged.
"I was hiding!"
"With your flashlight still on."
"… I was hiding!"
"Behind a screen where I could clearly see you from the other side of the room."
"I… I was…" He sniffed and whimpered, lower lip trembled. The Priestess threw her hands up in the air, exasperated.
"Look, why don't we pretend I never saw you? You can run off through that door and I'll moan through other parts of the mansion and torment the girls." Kei drew back in response, camera clutched like an oddly shaped teddy bear to his chest.
"Lies! Foul temptress! You shall never take me alive!" With that bold proclamation, he jumped forward and snapped a picture of the blue woman. She stood there with a blank, unfazed expression. He laughed and darted around her, running up the hall.
"And Kirie always complained about getting the crazy ones," Reika muttered, watching her lover's look-a-like run madly down the hall.