Atsuro starts slightly when he sees the men in combat fatigues on the other side of the door, briefly considering if it was too late to run away. ...Nah, he had some dignity to maintain. Keeping his composure, he slowly steps forward down the hallway (his footsteps were awkwardly loud...) and approaches, though his darting eyes betray his nervousness.

He's thankful they don't follow him into the elevator, anyway. He would prefer that no one sees his ungainly wobble and crash to the floor as the elevator plummets.

The doors open onto a boy sprawled on the floor. Hopefully no one was right outside.