Ryker looked around for a moment, narrowing his eyes.

"...I do." he replied.

He then made his way over towards Eke and handed him his jacket back.

"Here." he said.

"I can deal without the jacket. You look cold." he told him.

"But what was that.....?" he then wondered aloud.

"...........I wish I knew." Ryker muttered.

"It could be spirits." he said.

"They say ghosts and spirits suck heat out of the atmosphere." he told him.

"But there's no way to know for sure." he went on.

"I'd ask my other side, but he's gone real silent."

As Eke looked through the rooms, he noticed something.

Or, rather, sensed something.

Was he being watched? He felt like he was being watched.

But there was nobody around, and Ryker hadn't followed him.

But still... he felt eyes upon him.

There was no answer.

Just silence and coldness.

But still Eke felt the eyes upon him.

And he then swore he heard something... steps. Running fast. Running away from the room he was in.

The gaze felt ever closer, as well... like eyes were boring into the back of his head.

Again, no answer.

But Eke almost felt... crowded... in the empty room.

And then he heard a voice... a whisper.

'...kill him...' he thought he heard.

'He's evil... kill him...'

"Eke!?" he then heard Ryker call out.

"What's going on!?" Ryker asked, as his footsteps got closer.

'The demon will take him over.' Eke then heard.

'His life will be an eternity of pain.' the voice whispered.

'Spare him that agony.............'

'Are you......sure?' the voice asked, mere moments before Ryker burst into the room.

"Eke!" he exclaimed.

"Holy crap, are you all right?" he asked, as he started to quickly make his way over.

"What's wrong?" he asked further, looking around slightly.

"...and what the hell's up with this room...?"

Ryker froze when Eke said what he said, and did what he did.

"Wh... what?" he asked.

"Eke... Eke, it's me." he said.

"Ryker." he went on.

".......your brother." he then added after a pause.

"Eke, what's wrong?" he then asked, obviously concerned.

Eke's words stung. They hurt harder than anything else he'd ever felt in the past... and he felt his soul sink to his feet at that point.

".............I..." he stammered.

"Maybe... maybe it is." he said.

"Maybe you're right. I AM a cursed individual." he went on.

"By the way, look out." he then told Eke.

"That window's probably fragile." he mumbled.

Ryker still looked depressed and forsaken, before the other side of him suddenly took over.

"That's ENOUGH!" he bellowed, as he reached a hand out. It extended towards Eke, but stopped... before seeming to grab something that wasn't there.

When he did, however, Eke suddenly heard gasps and chokes, as a faint shimmer of a shape of a person seemed to form beside him, just ahead of him.

"Strengthen your damn will, dragonling!" he then commanded Eke.

"Start realizing when things just aren't adding up!"