[September 14th | 2006 | 15:12 | Wasted Sunsets Hotel]

  While Jougan was getting rather uncomfortable from the eye peeking at him from inside the door, he just kept his cool as he continued his tapping, one quick tap, followed by six long ones, his eyes staring right back at the door, although not straight at the peeking eye.

  "..."

  This situation just continued for a long period of time, eventually the door in front of him finally beginning to open slowly, with a creak once more, yet it didn't open up much, only by a few centimeters, the way the door swung making it seem almost as if it was being held a moment ago by the person on the other side, but now the person had let go, the door was probably just moved by the leftover energy that was left behind.

  The eye that was peeking at him is now gone as well, it seems that the person on the other side, whoever that was, had went further into the so-called 'Employees Only' room instead of greeting him, like a responsible employee should.

  "Well, that could also be a ghost"
  That thought crossed Jougan's mind, and while he did find the concept of ghosts silly, the fact that his stand even exists would definitely give ghosts a lot more credibility, as I've said before, a stand is basically just someone's 'Personal Ghost', the main focus here being the word 'Ghost'.

  While he did try to shrug it off, as what humans do, Jougan's mind began to go speculating on it's own, 'what if that was an actual ghost?' 'what if the client this time is a ghost?' 'what am I supposed to do if the ghost wants to harm me?' these thoughts beginning to send chills up his back, to the point where he can even see goosebumps forming on his skin.

  "Let's... not think about that"
  "Come on brain, don't be changing sides like that all of a sudden"
  He thought to himself, as he began to reach for his handheld radio, perhaps the sound of his friend on the other side of the line would give him a sense of comfort.

  Or... at least that's what he would have done, if his handheld radio wasn't missing from his pocket.

  "...!!?"
  This immediately alerted Jougan, he instantly jumped up from the stool and walked back to lean his back against the wall, just as a countermeasure to make sure that nothing could get behind him for a surprise attack, while at the same time he began to rotate his head all around, scanning the vicinity for any suspicious things.

  "Double check, double check"
  He mumbled to himself, as he placed his hands everywhere on his body where there were pockets, nothing, the radio was gone, almost as if it just disintegrated, reduced to mere atoms.

  "It's gone!"
  He thought to himself, as he leaned forward and grabbed his suitcase, his head still jolting around wildly, looking for some sort of explanation to what had just occurred, continuing to run towards the door, as his body crashed on it, he immediately began to push it, yet it refused to open, continued by him trying to pull it instead, yet it still refused to open, he even summoned his stand's right hand to punch the door and break out, yet it stayed the same, no visible damage on it at all, almost as if the building itself wasn't letting him out.

  "This is bad"
  "To be targeted by a stand like this without knowing where the user is..."
  "...is the worst possible situation for me to be in!"
  Jougan began to breathe heavily, at times like these, he would normally ask his friend for help using the radio, this time was different, his radio was gone, he couldn't contact anyone.

  "...unless..."
  He realized something, there was another object, a tool of communication that Jougan could use to call someone, anyone, his cellphone, the only time he's ever used it was to contact previous clients, after which he would immediately delete them from his contacts, so as to protect them should he ever be in a situation that would put them in danger.

  He began to fumble around his pockets once more, and as he felt a peculiar bulge inside one of his pockets, he immediately took it out and put it right in front of his face, his cellphone, safe and sound, it didn't disappear like the radio did.

  "Let's see... what was his number again?"
  While he's always made sure to delete all traces of contact whenever he communicated to his friend using his phone, he had always made sure to remember his phone number and e-mail address at the top of his head.

  He continued to try and put his friend's number into the phone in order to call him, but something was hindering him, his own body was acting against him, his hands were shaking, trembling, just from the fear and panic that was coursing through him in this very moment, causing him to slow down considerably when inputting his friend's phone number.

  "M- my hands..."
  He mumbled as he continued to struggle putting his friend's number into his phone, and as the numbers began to be inputted one by one, a strange feeling of paranoia began to set in more and more, perhaps it was due to panic, or perhaps due to the knowledge of someone else being in the building with him.

  "...0, 2, 7, and..."
  "One more number, just one more number"

  As a faint trace of hope appeared and began to grow inside Jougan, it was crushed down in an instant, as fast as it appeared, it immediately vanished.

  The phone flew out of Jougan's hand, slipping out of his fingers almost as if it was an extra greasy, oil-covered French fry, or maybe even like a bar of soap when you try to grab it with wet hands, and began to float in the air on top of the bar counter.

  For a split moment, Jougan saw a figure crouching on top of the counter, holding his phone in it's left hand, a light blue humanoid figure, with a pair of orange, robotic eyes that had a cold, deep stare.

  However, the most intriguing part of this figure wasn't it's face, it was the fact that it had a pipe that went from the front of it's right shoulder, and looped twice before it connected to the figure's right temple, on the left temple is an almost antennae-like growth that's shaped like a 'T', while on it's neck is a single dark blue arrow that pointed up towards it's face, continued by more arrows until it eventually reached the figure's forehead.

  On it's chest area, is a design that resembled a hollow cube, the kind that one would draw when making math questions about geometry, and three pairs of arrows pointing towards said cube placed on either side of the cube, these arrows getting smaller and smaller as the pairs went lower and lower down it's chest area, all of these patterns adorning a darker shade of blue than the figure's base light blue color.

  As fast as it appeared, it immediately disappeared, taking Jougan's phone with it.

  "That-"
  "That was the 'stand'! I know a stand when I see one, and the only other stand that could possibly be in this place should be the 'enemy's' own stand!"
  Jougan yelled to himself inside of his mind, while at the same time he felt himself getting backed more and more into a corner, while he could take out his own stand for defense purposes, he doesn't know the full potential of the enemy's stand yet, it would be a reckless and idiotic move to recklessly pull out your stand like that.

  His only other way of communication is gone, leaving him with no other choice than to deal with the enemy all by himself.

  "What do I do?"

===To Be Continued==>