It's only a few minutes after Justin leaves that Kankri wanders into the hallways of glowing sea creatures. He never did get to visit the ocean, but his cullparent always told him stories and showed him pictures that made him ache to see it and then feel even more bitter for it being "too dangerous" for someone of his delicate disposition. So now that he and Venus have finished up their other business on this floor, he's excited to come look at the wildlife with Signless.

"Signless? It's me, it's Kankri," he calls out softly, so hopefully others won't hear. When no answer comes, he doesn't think much of it - the other troll must be further in. He ambles along, a delighted smile on his face as he gazes up at the jellyfish surrounding him in their walls. It's a rare expression for him. While he can certainly be vulnerable and has been plenty in the Arena, it's rare that he actually lets himself relax and let his guard down enough to just be happy and not worry about things.

Then he steps in some kind of puddle, and a step later his foot bumps into something sort of soccer ball sized. He looks down with a slight frown.

Humans might take a few moments to recognize what it was he'd bumped into, but trolls are nocturnal and so Kankri easily makes out Signless's face staring up at him from his feet. His head's rolled away from some odd lumps that Kankri really doesn't want to realize are the maimed remains of his friend's body. He realizes it anyway.

An anguished, horrified wail echoes through the fifth floor, Kankri not even caring who hears him because Signless is dead and it's grotesque and who would even do something so awful? This can't be happening. It just can't.