Kinjo struggled but couldnâ€™t move. Whoever was holding him against them was strong and had him pinned. He was carried out and thrashed around as much he could which wasnâ€™t much. He couldnâ€™t see anything. Suddenly he was pulled even tighter and it hurt. Following that it felt like he was falling off the top of an extremely high building. Then suddenly...the arms were gone but he was still falling. He hit the ground shortly afterwards with a thud. Landing on his side and groaned. He moved and thrashed and pushed and pulled his arms and legs as the one limbs they were now until he was sitting up against some sort of stone wall. He moved his hands up together. He pulled and tugged. Bending his head down so he could pull easier. It took a bit but he soon got the blindfold off. He looked around then up. There was some sunlight coming in but the sourced looked way way up there.<br/><br/>He looked around then to his limbs. He pulled his knees up to his chest. Bending himself over his knees so he could touch the edge of the middle of the binding on his ankle. Pushing down on it with his hands as one and pulled up with his legs. Repeating this over and over again despite how much it rubbed the skin. It took thirty minutes of non stop doing this before he was able to slip free of the binding of his ankles. Laying down on his back and began trying to use his feet like monkey feet. Pulling and tugging and pulling and tugging. Trying everything he could to get one hand free. His left wrist soon got free. Bright red and scratched in places. He then used his feet and free hand to pull and work off the other one. Taking off the thing binding his mouth next. This had taken an hour and fifteen minutes all together. He whimpered a bit as his wrists and ankles stung.<br/><br/>He got up and began trying to find a way out of here. Pulling on things. Something about the crawling weeds caught his attention. It looked like a door behind the weeds. He began pulling and tugging. Falling on his ass each time he moved the crawling weeds a couple of inches. He kept trying this over and over again. It was another forty-five minutes before his tiring events resulted in victory. He had revealed a small door hidden by stone surrounding its outer edges. Panting and rested for five minutes then opened the door. Crawling inside as it was not a very big door. Standing up inside and looked around. â€œWh---where am I?â€ He asked the shadows. Walking down the walkway and saw a handle at the end of it. This...this was scary. He wasnâ€™t sure how long he had been in this well.<br/><br/>He hesitated for a minute when his hand reached for the handle. Then grabbed ahold of it and pulled. A circular door opened up into a room with a spiraling ramp in it. He walked out into it. Looking around. Where....? What....? This place was like a scary version of Alice In Wonderland world. He instantly began hunting around for an exit. Nothing. He spent thirty minutes searching the bottom part of the spiralâ€™s room. He went up the spiral ramp warily. He saw sunlight which made him hurry. This seemed to be a second floor to wherever he was. He looked around. Pushing boxes until he could climb up them to the high window. He pushed and pulled on it. Nothin. It wouldnâ€™t budge. It was sealed shut. He climbed back down and began looking for something... Anything... To use to break the sealing on that window so he could escape. Stopping when he heard voices. Listening.