They'd split up to find the kid doing this. Specs had moved his hand, creating 50 more doors and one main one. The particular illusion was the one Remi'd stumbled in. The room in the common definition was abnormal. It was like a ball room from those fancy dances back then. The people were dressed in tuxedos, top hats, dresses, and masks. As Remi stepped in, the cold unhumanly people looked at him. They stopped moving as if they never existed. Remi walked up to the one lady, and gently pulled off the mask to see just what they were.

The mask slipped, And Remi stepped back apalled by the sight. What was supposed to be her face was a - What looked like - Twisted disorted unhumanly face with red eyes. The figures suddenly started moving in on him, and soon enough he was surrounded but creatures. They reached into his chest pulling his heart out and it all faded black.

Specs stepped out, the figures moving aside obdiently for him. "2 down 2 more to go."He smiled evilly, then stabbed Remi. A silver object - his soul was obsorbed into his sword. Specs simply walked away and hummed some twisted song.