CONTINUED FROM HERE FOR @drexms-or-nightmxres
Ryoto hadn’t been able to SLEEP - no surprise there - so he had been on his way to the kitchen to scrounge up a midnight snack. He’d been halfway down the stairs when, with a sudden CRACKING sound, the entire building suddenly went DARK.
He froze with one foot hovering in the air above the next step. “SHIT,” he mutters, waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust the dark. It was still EXTREMELY hard to see, but he could make out enough that he carefully made his way down the rest of the steps without tripping or falling. The LAST thing he needed was a concussion because of a damn BLACKOUT.
Keeping one hand on the wall, he continued on his path to the kitchen - hey, just because the power was out didn’t mean he couldn’t eat, RIGHT? He could hear his classmates calling out to each other but IGNORED them, carefully pushing open the door to the kitchen and stepping inside, taking another moment to SQUINT into the dark.
Immediately, he could hear Kazumi’s BREATHING, the panicked sound incredibly LOUD in the otherwise quiet space. His brows furrows and he cautiously takes a few more steps forward. He doubts some kind of VILLAIN is hiding in their kitchen, but just in case, he MANIFESTS the knife he always has drawn on his arm, letting it slip into his hand. “Hello? Is someone in here? It’s me, Ryoto.”