Soft but hurried steps carried the form of an increasingly frightened young boy through the less frequented recesses of the area. Ever since Seto had discovered that his other self was seeking him out with murderous intent, he'd been playing the most intense game of hide and seek he'd ever engaged in. Everything about this was still so bewildering, and he had zero clue as to how he was supposed to reunite himself. All he could do was try to survive long enough to wake up from this nightmare.

So when his eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he first caught sight of the slumped figure covered in blood and holding a firearm, there was nothing he could do to stop the gasp that escaped from his lips. Eyes widened in surprise, he swiftly looked away before he felt ill. A part of him just wanted to leave and pretend as if he'd never stumbled across this guy but he looked like he was in worse trouble than even Seto was currently.

His voice came out meekly at first,"..M.. mister?" They grew with some strength, though kept to a firm whisper. "Hey, mister... are you okay?" What a foolish thing to ask when it was evident that the stranger was anything but. An assumption formed in his mind and Seto started to feel even worse. Had his other self been responsible for this? Was he still skulking about in the shadows, somewhere? If he was, then neither one of them should stay here.

Taking as deep a breath as he dared in this foul air, he forced himself to take a step towards the fallen form.

"Is there anything I can do? Are you hurt..? We need to get out of here... before he comes back."