[ Coming from
here ]
This night wasn't quite shaping up the way Malik was expecting it to. Arguing with a little kid about which way to go in their little exploration adventure was not high on his list of things he needed to do right now. Maybe deep down inside, he was slightly grateful for the company (even if he were a little irritating), though he rather wondered whether the boy would follow him now.
He was beginning to miss Rishid more than ever. Where was he to be his stabilizing force? He even thought about Bakura, that infuriating bastard who spelled nothing but trouble...and yet could be oddly reliable sometimes.
With a sigh, he moved his flashlight around the hall, realizing that he was at a cross roads of sorts. Should he proceed down further or turn toward the left? This felt like a strange nightmarish video game.