Ajax paid very little attention to the bloody handprints or the spray pattern of the blood on the hallway. He wasn't particularly fond of investigating such things, especially since he'd seen so many bloody messes that he'd kind of lost interest in them. As far as his life was concerned, they were basically just standard road markers. If you see one of these, you are going the right way, definitely not lost. Follow them back to reach the exit. Simple. Now, a clearly wounded man struggling to reach for something in a darkened room, surrounded by drawings he couldn't make out and with wire traps all over the place? This was definitely interesting.

While usually he would've just walked all over the wires just for the hell of it, it was hard to feel threatened when one was invulnerable as Ajax, he was curious about both the man and the paintings and so veeeeery carefully made his way into the room, advancing veeeeery slowly to make sure his rather large body did not trigger anything. "Hey...you", he spoke out to the man, not quite whispering but reasonably quiet still, "tell me what's wrong, what's with this room. If you need help I can get you out of here".