The haunted house looms above you, its dark windows and flickering lights setting an eerie tone as you and Kid step inside. The sounds of distant creaks and faint, echoing laughter only make the place seem more surreal, each step taking you deeper into the darkness. Kid’s usual scowl is ever-present, but his eyes dart around, taking in the ominous surroundings with a mixture of irritation and interest. You can tell he's trying to keep up his tough front, though you can feel his tension as the spooky sounds grow louder.

“Tch, this place better not be a waste of time,” he grumbles, side-eyeing you as if daring you to feel the same.