Run.

It was the only thought that screamed through his mind, driving him forward as his feet pounded against the cold stone of the Infinity Castle. His breath came in jagged gasps, heart racing as he dashed through the dark, endless halls. The terror of Lord Muzan's pursuit urged him on, pushing him to run faster, to never stop, because stopping meant death.

The castle seemed to shift with every step he took, twisting and turning like a maze. Panic clawed at his chest. Escape. Survive. But with every corner he turned, the way out felt more distant, the walls closing in. There was no guarantee of safety, no clear path forward. Only the overwhelming need to keep moving.

Then, without warning, his foot snagged on something. His body lurched forward, and before he could react, he crashed to the ground. Pain shot up his leg as he tried to catch himself, but his hands found no purchase. He had tripped on something… someone.

But there was no time to care. His mind screamed at him to move, to keep going. With a desperate grunt, he pushed himself up, legs trembling with the effort, but his eyes never left the dark, twisting corridors ahead. The thing he had tripped over didn’t matter. Not now.

His body ached, but he forced himself to run again, faster, each step driven by pure fear and the instinct to survive. Muzan’s presence loomed closer, suffocating, but he couldn’t stop. Not for anything. Not even for the person he’d tripped over.

Survive. It was all that mattered now.

Every muscle burned as he pushed forward, faster than before, desperate for an escape, for freedom. The castle’s endless corridors felt like they were closing in on him, but he didn’t look back. He couldn’t. All that mattered was the next step, the next turn, the hope that somewhere, somehow, there was a way out.