A shrill crawled out of Kituo's mouth as he saw the section of the bridge behind that was behind him was no more. He was stunned, his legs locked in place as he tried to register what just happened. The lantern still snug against him and the fire close enough on his tail, he was prompted to resume his walk towards the purple light. Kituo's stomach felt jittery for he knew it would only be a matter of time before he was faced with his next trouble. He twitched while walking through the balls of the light towards his destination. Eyes squinted, he struggled to make out the details of those who awaited him at the center of the bridge. Okay - they weren't exactly awaiting him it seemed. Where they coming for him?

He heard a voice boom from the bridge's center. It sounded familiar. Was it one of the others from before? He thought back to the girl who was with him just literally a few minutes ago. She had seem so confident and capable of enduring their present debacle, but alas she too had fallen. Kituo was traumatized as he reflected on her. So far he had witnessed at least three deaths since his awakening in the forest. First there was that small man who had gotten devoured and then there was the spear bearer - who he really thought was the most likely to survive out of them all giving his strength. Now that girl was gone. Kituo shuddered. Cowards like him weren't meant to last long under circumstances. If the forest was taking out all of the strong people then a weakling like him was sure to die sooner or later.

Therefore, he had no choice but to make the most out of the time he had left. Even though he was always proven wrong, he was sure there was no way things could get worse. He was trapped on a bridge with a fire surging behind him. He could go forward towards the purple shine but there were unknown entities in his path. Since it was already established that the forest was home to some uncanny beings, he wasn't too keen on taking his chances. Alas, he didn't have any other options. Whether the fire could reach him or not was as much of an uncertainty as his probability of returning home. He just hoped that whoever was out there was at least human. 

"M-my name's Kituo!" He shouted to those at the bridge's center, his voice a squeaky whimper. "I-I don't mean any harm!"

If they weren't of the same intent then he was screwed.