Harold
*A Dark Corridor opens, then quickly closes. A young man tumbles out of it, unconscious, and slumps against a rocky cliff. He wears a Black Coat, though the hood is down, rendering its masking effects useless.*

*Fortunately for him, that shouldn't be a problem. After all, who would willingly live in such a desolate, depressing, dead world? And without any inhabitants to feed upon, what Heartless would bother with it?*

*Yes, it seems that the void has deposited the young man in the absolute safest possible location, if somewhat unorthodox, for him to rest and recover.*
John
[*"Safest" Was... An interesting way of putting it.*](<
Susan
*From his watchpoint atop the seat of war, Inaxuma could immediately tell when any creature entered the graveyard. The senses he used to watch over and guard Hollow Bastion for Maleficent went unhindered here.*

*Inaxuma landed not far from where Darkdo lay unconscious. He scowled, recognizing the face of the annoying boy Ikazuchi befriended, but that scowl turned into a raised eyebrow soon enough. This was an interesting development. Dado, of all people, stripped of his light and sent spiraling into the darkness.*

*He smirked as he circled Darkdo slowly. This was going to be fun.*
Harold
*Beneath his eyelids, the outline of his iris is seen moving back and forth quickly. If his pained expression and shaking are anything to go by, he's having a nightmare.*

*Additionally, Ina's likely to notice... He looks like shit. His coat is covered in scratches and scorch marks, his hair is a mess, and he reeks of ambient darkness.*