I'm the only one

Hattori wasn't sure what sort of response he expected. Something, any sign would have validated his efforts in coming out this way. But beyond his sense of trepidation he knew there was nothing to be gained, or lost, by standing here. An unseasonably cold wind ruffled his coat, reminding him of the long winter back in Boreas, and the voices picked up with it. The lights flickered brighter, rivalling the perpetual moon in the sky. There was no turning back, it was now or never to face the ghosts of his past. If he was even capable of such a thing, strong enough to look back without averting his gaze.

As though to force the issue, he turned at the sound of approaching paws. What was his son doing here? The very boy who seemed to make a point of avoiding Hattori, like there was something to be ashamed of. He turned a little to address his youngest son, only to furrow his brows in alarm as he raced off into the Maze, his expression fraught with panic. The Shogun had no choice but to enter, to turn back without his son at his side was simply not an option. Peril or not, Hattori knew what had to be done and would see it through regardless.

What ought to be a dark and labyrinthian place, was well lit by the blue lights as they formed rough funnelling streaks, (think runway approach lights) that branched in three separate directions. Which one had Take ventured down, if any? For reasons Hattori couldn't quite put his paw on he couldn't catch his son's scent or trail at all. He was here, Hattori could faintly catch the thudding of his heavy paws, but the bamboo branches did well to smother the sound and made it impossible to pinpoint which direction he was in.

"Is this what you want?" He asked the voices (and in turn lights) as he picked the second path that laid right ahead.