Chizuru doesn't need to be urged not to look up; the sight of the hanging body has already frightened her into keeping her gaze pointedly away from that direction. It's not right, she's trained for better than this, but - she's terrified, and she doesn't know why she can't just get over it.

Saitou looks into his doppelganger's eyes and nothing changes. There is a cool blankness there that belies absolutely no life - but, this close, he'll see flecks of blood around the empty shell's lips.

There isn't much that Saitou can do to incite a response out of his lookalike, but whenever he turns away to look at anything else in the room - that's when Chizuru raises her head, just the slightest bit, and locks eyes with him. The man's hand - his right hand, not his left (which is holding his sword) - twitches. She gasps.

"S-Sai--"

She doesn't manage to even choke out his name before the man's right hand shoots out to take hold of her hair by the ponytail and yanks, hard.

"Blood..." The word comes out in a choked, guttural snarl, and the Saitou lookalike raises his sword with his left hand. "Give me... your blood..."

And then, a moment later - it opens its mouth wide and lets loose an echoing roar, identical to the one that had sounded before when they were on the lower floor.