Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

The man most definitely still wasn't moving. Archer supposed he was likely dead, or at least close to it. So far, the attacker hadn't realized he had an audience, so the boy was relatively safe from ending up being the next victim. Not knowing the argument had been over cards, had his imagination momentarily kicking his usually rational brain to the wayside. What if he had just witnessed the work of a serial murderer? What if he was the type to make sure no witnesses survived? What if he had to change his name and flee to some uninhabited jungle?

He'd never seen someone die before. He had never even seen a dead body, not to mention someone's life forcefully ripped from them. Archer turned to try and figure out his best escape route, but the voice of another who had most definitely not been there to begin with startled him out of his thoughts.

"Hiding." Archer hissed out, honestly, immediately answering in response to Lou's commanding tone. It was clear by how much he resembled a petrified rabbit that the boy did not want to be where he was.