Even suffocated by the surround blackness, the atmosphere uncomfortably charged with a metallic residue of the storm just outside the crumbling walls of this godforsaken place, Kinzo Sanada hummed a cheery tune to himself as he pressed on forward, each step a rhythmic beat to his tuneless melody. The boy had his arms folded behind his back, his head tilting back-and- forth as if he was enjoying a pleasant stroll through a sunny meadow. 

Nothing was further from the truth as the blackness expanded in front of him, a pressuring wave of unbreakable shadows. And yet, the boy easily navigated through the complex corridors that would have gotten someone lost even if they were blessed with the advantage of sight. It was miraculous that Kinzo had gotten turned around beforehand and had memorized most of the floor as he backtracked, trying to find his way towards the Sparky Cube to flip its switches. Inside his mind was a crisp map, so clear and focused that he could easily mark and calculate each step upon the mental apparition. The darkness meant nothing if his mind was alight. He had already determined that it will be another 378 steps before he reached his next destination.

As Kinzo instinctively rounded a corner, he paused midstep. The young man frowned, and if one could glance a light at his eyes right about now, they would notice a sharp intensity to his icy gaze. A gaze that signified urgency. Urgency was not an emotion that was familiar to Kinzo Sanada, and so the boy tilted his head curiously as he tried to process this newfound behavior.

He shrugged. He couldn't figure it out. All he knew was that if he didn't hurry along, Bloody would come along and ruin his fun. He couldn't let that happen - he still need to find the others first: Snowy, Birdu, Kitkat, Bunbun, and most importantly, Ally. Ally would would be the key to this, he knew.

With a smile, Kinzo Sanada began to walk again, a tuneless melody slipping from his lips as he paced along. "369, 368, 367...."