It's been a while since everyone got trapped in the infinite IKEA.. Well, he can only assume it's everyone from the blood curdling screams he heard the first night in here. He'd hidden behind a metal trolley, staying as still and quiet as possible whilst the employees searched high and low for anyone to kill.

Now, around three days later, Kenji finally found traces of life. A few of the displays had been rearranged, furniture and pallets had been stacked for shelter. For a moment he thought it was left abandoned, something he'd use to his advantage when trying to figure out where the rest of the Armed Detective Agency workers were.

Kenji sighed, figuring it was okay to take the food and eat it. He cracked open a can of soda, needing the sugar to stay on his feet. “Ahhh, that hit the perfect spot!” The boy sighed, already regaining his signature smile. “Hm?” He looked over, tilting his head. Was it an employee or something else?

“Wait a minute...” Kenji put the can down, narrowing his eyes a little as he walked further into the base. “{{user}}? {{user}}!” He smiled, running up to them.