The child knew of Jenny's arrival but did not appear to her by the request of her voice as he knew she probably would have preferred him to. Part of him should have felt bad for submitting her to what he was about to show her, but any clear emotions of empathy he could have had when he was alive were long gone, and were now replaced with rage and apathy.
As Jenny entered the apartment, the appearance began to hange drastically from what it really was. The entrance transformed so there was a staircase leading to the upper floor which didn't really exist, and there were now walls seperating the lounge from the entrance. Up ahead, on the landing there was a small thud, like the sound of a heavy book hitting the ground and a Japanese man could be seen exiting one of the upper rooms, a razor in hand and an enraged expression on his face. The apartment was no longer in the present, and was instead focused in the past.
He bypassed Jenny completely, his eyes unseeing of the intrusion from the future into Toshio's memories of his past and he disappeared into a room across from the one he had left just before. Low mutterings in Japanese could barely be heard in the silence of the house and confused responses came from a significantly more feminine voice. One moment later, there was a startled cry followed by the sound of someone hitting the floor, and the man reappared on the landing dragging his wife by the hair, continuously muttering the same sentences over and over. The battered woman attempted to crawl down the stairs to escape the abuse, her terrified eyes desperately seeking Jenny's. Despite her attempts, the man closed in behind her as she reached the foyer and grabbed her roughly, snapping her neck. The woman tried to scream but it only resulted in a sickening croaking sound which the man ignored as something as had caught his attention.
There, clinging to the wooden railings with a wide-eyed expression was none other than Toshio Saeki. The gaze of the man hardened, and a low grunt came from deep within his throat as he gripped the razor tightly and started up the stairs to grab the child. Frightened, the little boy let go of the railings and scrambled up in a hurry, running to his room to hide.