Waking up in a strange place without his magic again, this time without Pokémon and most of his spare poké balls, wasn't something that Domri was happy about to say the least. On the plus side, the environment was something slightly closer to the buildings back home than the inside of Mom's house had been, but that was small reassurance considering the circumstances.

Leaving the Grand Hall he passed through the Spooky Garden and emerged in a large hall that ended in... steps down and a large pair of doors that were obviously an exit? Score! He ran for the doors, flung them open and... saw three individuals in the fog who were obviously members of the Rakdos Cult as they walked past, looking like they were headed somewhere else. Domri immediately closed the doors as quietly as he could. They didn't seem to have noticed him, and he desperately hoped that they wouldn't. It wasn't so much that he was scared of them (although he couldn't help but remember the stories he'd heard about what happened at Rakdos "performances"), but more that he knew that he stood no chance against them as he was, unarmed, unable to use magic, and without any beasts at his side to fight for him if they decided to include him in their "fun".

Anyone who didn't see what Domri saw out the doors will see him very quickly walking in the other direction, trying not to look nervous and hoping that he can find something to use as a weapon, or better yet his poké balls.