About three hours ago, quiet as a mouse, Kinjo had slipped into a bathroom and peed. Then silent as death slipped back into his hiding place and rearranged himself as he had done almost twenty-four hours prior. He hoped he could hide safely for a very long time. He didn't know how long it had been but it already felt like forever. He knew his luck would come to an end sooner or later but still he had to try. Once in a while he would hear the floor overhead creak. Or a door slam. Something moving. Still he made not a sound. Said not a word. He was shaking as he was afraid. This was though the first time since being kidnapped that he had gone more than a few hours without being tormented in some sort of way. He was tense but relaxed when the creaking footsteps overhead faded away. He wondered about how much longer he could pretend he would be safe. For how much longer he would have a slight sense of dark security. He pressed back into the shadows of his corner hiding place within the janitors closet deep within the far end of the basement. His heart raced with fear and nervousness. He had no idea how his captor would react to this whole thing but he doubted it was going to be pleasant. He wouldn't have any idea of how much so until he was found. Even so he prayed he wouldn't be found.