#((He does introduce himself as E.L. Wallace))

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It should have been comforting. Perhaps it was just because he had little experience personally with these contacts that he wasn't entirely convinced. It also didn't help he was fighting the instinct screaming that the building itself was a projection of some creature, luring unsuspecting people in to eat them. This wasn't E.L.'s mission, though. This had nothing to do with what he was trying to accomplish himself. He just happened to be available to help.

E.L. did not move his hand. Most groups that disbanded rarely ever truly did- they just went underground. They would return when they felt the time was right. He let out a hum, padded after the other. He did not carry much that would make noise- past the occasional creak of leather. This had to be a trap. Even if the room Kurapika had just opened was empty. There was something wrong here. "I don't think it's a good idea to split up." It was much easier to overtake a single target. With the right techniques, such a thing could even be done silently. "Still can't shake the feeling we're not alone here." As he glanced down the hall, shifted to look back the way they came. Given the age of the house, it was plausible he had just heard something settle elsewhere on the floor. He wasn't going to look after just stating they shouldn't split up. "Should close the door behind us. It'd at least give us warning if someone tries to attack."

"Yes, my contacts have never failed me" He mentioned almost in a whisper, almost as if he were afraid to break the silence that existed in that place. There was a soft jingling of chains that accompanied every step Kurapika took, due to the chains that dangled from his right wrist to the rings on his fingers. That place did not bring him good vibes and he would be ready to fight if necessary. Still that wasn't all, scattered in different parts of his suit were all the bladed weapons he usually carried with him except for his bokken, those would be very obvious under his black suit and he preferred to reserve them when he wore his clan's garb. The revolver hung on his pants belt.

"This building belonged to a mafia family, an apparently disbanded family, which I don't believe at all. The mafia doesn't usually act like that. There were no traces left, so I'm sure they are preparing their big comeback or something like that. It's because I think they stole one of the pairs of scarlet eyes. Everyone in the underworld knows how important and expensive they are" Kurapika walked slowly, paying attention to any sound beyond what the two of them could make to stay one step ahead in in case someone tried to ambush them. "We need to find where they had their safe or where they kept their most precious possessions, and hopefully we will find mine"

A door creaked as Kurapika opened it. A creak of old wood that echoed off every wall in the room. It was a bedroom. "Well, I'll have a while searching here, do you want to help me clean this room or would you prefer to search somewhere else?"