Four:

Senritsu's idea did in fact involve breaking into the store, only because it was the simplest, most straightforward manner of getting in there without causing too much trouble. Not that she knew what they were going in there for, nor even if that was one of the last thirteen places Kurapika had been, but it's a good place to start at least.

She fiddled with the lock to the store's door, with an air of faux confidence she hoped would render her actually capable of picking the lock.

"You know anything about Nen?" she asked.

"About what?"

"That answers my question." She took a deep breath. "I'm trying to look good in front of you by not busting a window, because it's something you would oppose to."

"Bust the window if you want," he said, glancing behind him at the yellow tape they'd gone under. His expression wasn't one of someone who recognized where he was, but he also didn't look entirely befuddled. Nor did he look disgusted at the notion of breaking the law, like the real Kurapika would. Or at least, the real Kurapika would've used Nen to open this door somehow.

"Busting windows is outdated anyway," she replied, her feet finding their way around to the back of the store. Kurapika followed closely behind her. At the back of the store was a second door and that Senritsu did break, as quietly and carefully as she could. A tinge of guilt washed over her as she slid through the window and stepped carefully over broken glass. Tomin might have been killed because of me. But more likely the woman was involved in some shady dealings, maybe even some kind of underground work that had led to her sudden demise.

So then why did she write me that letter?

"This place ring any bells?"

"Not bringing anything to mind," Kurapika said from just over her shoulder.

"Let's keep exploring." Senritsu navigated them past boxes and crates full of junk to the main part of the store, where heaps of what looked like more junk lay strewn on top of counters, inside of glass cases, and on the floor in crates and boxes. She looked around, for anything that indicated Kurapika had once been here.

"I don't remember this," Kurapika said, answering her unspoken question.

Good to know. "Tomin's note said go to the last thirteen places you were…so maybe…that's not here?" she asked.

Kurapika stepped forward and began picking through some stuff on a counter to his right. "Do we have to visit them in order? Because if we're speaking literally, I was at that chapel last, but I didn't really remember anything while I was there before so I assumed that's not included. But it's possible, I guess, that I went somewhere before going to the chapel. And then presumably she means before I lost my memory, not after."

She frowned and picked up what looked like an old, rotted shoe. Who would buy this trash? Seriously, what kind of Pawn Shop is this? That sold people's phones? "Here's how I figure it. A few days ago, you came here, sold your phone for some legit reason, then went to the chapel presumably the same day, or at least not long after you sold your phone. Tomin knew you were at the chapel, so you either told her your plans for some reason, which is very out of character. Or she followed you, which is also unlikely but seems slightly more plausible. Nevertheless, there's a small window of time where you could've gone somewhere else, but I really don't think that's the case. "

"Are we counting like sidewalks? Streets?" He had picked up what looked like a book and was flipping through the pages. "How literal does last thirteen places mean?"

Good question. She sat the shoe down on the counter and walked over to him, feigning interest in what he was reading. But she was more interested in the way the moonlight made him look handsome, yeah that's it. He looks nice. Senritsu cleared her throat and picked up the closest thing to her. It was an extremely large roach and she flung it across the room, somehow managing not to scream. "That's the problem. Tomin was so vague, her letter makes no sense. Last thirteen places could mean anything, or anywhere," she said.

"Yeah…" He put the book down. "Let's go back to the chapel then."

It was nearing midnight when they actually made it back to the chapel, and that was mostly on account of both of them being struck with sudden amnesia as to where the place had been. They spent a good bit of time simply wandering down random streets, thinking it would lead them to the chapel until the stumbled upon the correct one. A few months ago, getting lost with Kurapika would've been fun, a moment in time where the two of them could laugh about their awful navigating skills.

But today, it stressed her out.

The doors of the chapel were locked tightly when she pulled on them. And Senritsu considered using several methods to get inside, finally settling on just knocking. It would be rude for a man of God to turn away two, tired souls in the middle of the night, or something. She rapped against wood several times. Then thrice more when no answer came. Come on. This time, she knocked hard and loud, and her knocks echoed down the street.

"Maybe he's asleep," Kurapika said, though he sounded about as confident in that idea as Senritsu felt.

"Yeah, maybe." Wrapping her hands around the door's handle, she pulled.

Pop.

"Whoops." She held the broken handle in the air and grinned.

"Guess you're super woman," he said without the slightest bit of sarcasm. Well, maybe he is the real Kurapika. Except, Kurapika wouldn't make a lame joke like that, would he?

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. But a chill ran up her spine and she stepped across the threshold. Something's a bit different here.

"Wait here," she said. And she was glad she couldn't see whatever look Kurapika was giving her as she ventured into the sanctuary. The scent of something warm and metallic hit her nose; that's it. Why is it so quiet in here? Kurapika's heart beat behind her steadily and she could hear him breathing lightly, hear his footsteps moving away from her. Outside, she heard a car drive by, bugs singing songs of the night, but I don't hear anyone in here.

The sanctuary appeared to be empty and, not being able to find a light switch to confirm the theory, she went back to Kurapika, who had not heeded her command to stay put and gone somewhere else. The small hallway seemed unusually dark as she ventured down it. At its end, stood a half ajar door with light pouring out of it. The hinges creaked as she opened it further and stepped onto the stairwell.

"Find something?" she said.

"Yeah…"

"You sound unsure of that." Her feet hit the bottom of the stairwell, and she nearly ran into Kurapika's back, which she wouldn't have really minded. But then she saw what had made him stop dead in his tracks.

Blood. Lots of it. And people. But none of them had heartbeats.