The youth regained his consciousness in the dingy, poorly lit room, though Kuro had remained silent as he lay bound on the ground. The ropes were tight on his wrists as he lay comfortably on his back, his ankles also bound. If he were to move about too much; no doubt they'd bite into his skin within minutes. At the same time, he was sure they'd come loose after a great deal of struggling. In a stroke of irony, he wasn't gagged, but at the same time he wasn't the sort to kick up a fuss in this sort of situation.

Just staring at the space above him blankly, the ceiling light wasn't the brightest it could be, though he didn't stare up at it. Without moving, he took a side glance of the others present, thinking quietly to himself. And...his heart quickened when he saw the strange looking man, clothes askew and his mannerisms...off. The man paced around, and Kuro took care to avoid staring right at him, like catching the man's eyes would earn him the prestigious reward of first murdered. Best not to think too hard on it. Thinking wasn't easy in an uncomfortably position on the ground, especially bound with the floor cold underneath him. Not a good cold, not like the cool side of a pillow. 

Despite it being so quiet, aside from the breathing of whoever was pacing around the room, the one thing he could think…rather pathetically, twisted even…was that he was glad he wasn't alone. All of them, and Shou, could be about to be slaughtered like pigs, and he was just glad he wasn't alone. Part of his condemned him as sick, and the other part rationalised this as being lonely for so long…and maybe, both were right in their own ways, but it wouldn't matter now.