Stay still? Who wanted to stay still? Kota wanted out, and he figured that the easier he made himself to find, the better it would be. But... though the others were coming across intersections, Kota hadn't found one yet. The path turned every so often, but there were always walls hemming him in, forcing him to follow a strict path.

And the path was getting darker and darker, until he halted in gloom similar to that of late evening. Kota never claimed to be the bravest of souls, and that harsh foreboding hadn't faded any. "Uh, guys?" he called out, swallowing past a lump in his throat. "Tell me it's getting hard to see your hand in front of your face for you too."