Kinjo's eyes went wide at the shuffling sound. At the rattling and shaking as it rocked baakc and forth. He dropped the broom handle and backed up. Yelping at the voices. His eyes going even wider as he stared in shock. Trembling as the voices scared him for some reason. He did not understand how or why but still it happened. He crept closer and stared at the crate. Those voices...pitiful as they sounded...scared him. Brought him a sense of forboding yet...his kind heart would not let them stay trapped in that crate. Little know he was better off leaving them trapped in that crate. He found the crow bar and used it to pry off the lid. Stumbling backwards onto his ass when it came off. He scrambled up and watched the now open crate with wary eyes. He felt a dark sense of dread. He trembled for a second before he stopped.