Over My Dead Body

Hitori's hand fell off Reon's shoulder. He took a step forward, but Reon stood still. Even the room was filled with fog, and although he could not figure out the room's size from outside, he saw the room was quite small. 

How big of a room do you even need to keep a dead body? The walls were covered in grey cushion-type material Hitori could not recognize– heck, he doubted he had ever seen that before. 

A hand crept down to Hitori's hand. He glanced at his hand and saw a hand in his hand, then he raised his eyes when the hand clenched his hand. 

"It is cold," she muttered, then walked past Hitori. 

Kyoryu went to the entrance door to check outside. Kakashi waited by the room's side and started counting the cameras hanging from the ceiling. 

Eya's eyes were fixed on Hitori and Reon and the bed in the middle. It was not even a bed, actually, it was an altar with a mattress over it and Hiroshi's body lying over it, covered with a sheet.