[ Death isn’t a new thing for Ken but it doesn’t get old and it doesn’t change the sinking feeling that he gets whenever he reads through the names of the dead. He doesn’t know these people and that might be just as well—if he could have done more for the maybe… Well it doesn’t matter he needs to look forward and focus on what’s ahead of him except there’s a bit of a problem.

His name is up there too. Normally he wouldn’t care but… What if these people weren’t actually dead either? What if this was disgusted as something else? That could happen, couldn’t it? ]

Um, hello. [ His voice is calm and polite as always. ] I was curious to know what anyone knew about how they get the names for these lists. And, well, if you see your name up there.

[ There’s a bit of hesitation. ]

My name is Amada Ken and, as you can see, my name is included in the list and I’m definitely not dead.

[ There’s something strangely familiar about wandering around creepy places in dubious situations, which might be a bit concerning given his age and how that shouldn’t be the case in the first place but it is and that’s all there is to it. However, just because he isn’t as unnerved as someone else, he’s still going to approach the ruins with caution. Who knew what there was in this place.

Or...just what.

The “what” was the main thing to be concerned about given how he hadn’t found anything to arm himself with just yet. That said, he’ll stop in the middle of the chapel and stare at the saints. It was a little strange to find such a place like this here. Getting completely distracted by the sight, he is lost to the world and those who might wander in after him. ]