I can hear something from Vanitas' room. Scritch, scritch, scritch. Scritch scritch. It's scratching at the door. I sometimes hear moans. They're unearthly.
She locked the door. That means I'm not allowed in. But there's something in there, and it wants to get out. But Vanitas locked the door, so I'm not allowed in...
... I'll be back shortly. I may be some time.