Kenma's eyes are fully focused upon the small device which is clutched firmly between his sweaty hands. Electronic beeps and clicks ring out from the tiny speakers of the pocket-sized gaming machine... He's sitting on a ledge by the side of the road, someplace in the middle of nowhere... Most likely lost. It's typical Kenma. He's totally helpless; he can't seem to go anywhere on his own – As soon as he walks out the door alone he somehow ends up in trouble. Kenma has gotten fairly used to it by now... He knows he'll just have to patiently wait for someone else to come, find and rescue him...