Irezumi's discomfort did not get past Hiroshi. He definitely understood. After all, he wasn't entirely comfortable returning himself considering their mutual experience there. But he had to admire Irezumi for going through with it anyway regardless of his distress. The older boy definitely had strength of character going for him, something Hiroshi doubted he had himself.

The house was... undisturbed. Worrying. He KNEW the police had been here. Surely some sort of evidence should have been extracted? Why was it like that? He followed Irezumi into the basement, but made a practical point of pulling out a stick of chewing gum, chewing it for a bit before sticking it in to prevent the door from locking on them. Not that it necessarily WOULD. But Hiroshi didn't like taking chances in places like this.

He nodded at Irezumi's suggestion, heading over to the boxes. Yep, there was the one with the hole in it, even. Hiroshi opened the boxes again, looking.