The boy has never seen anything like this room. Granted, he's never been inside a house, at least not as far as he can remember, but it has even bigger impact on him because this is completely wrong. This room has no tatami mats on the floor, no rice-paper walls, or sliding doors. It's way too decorated to be the home of a shinobi, he's sure, at least from what he's heard, and not even samurai lived like this, did they? There were unfamiliar scents and sights, and it's so bright in comparison to the cave he grew up in, that he had just been pacing in boredom, that he has to squint.

There is a person with him in the room, and that worries him. He isn't used to people, and is supposed to avoid them. If anyone were to find out about his existence, his family would be in trouble.

He backs away, and his back hit against the firm door behind him. He searches for any weapon, knowing that he had not been wearing any at the time just before he found himself here. But perhaps there is something useful, something sharp, in this weird room.