Ilia had thought the sights left behind them were ominous, but the whisper that met her ears as they moved beyond the door was like a dirge. Her hand shot out immediately, grabbing onto Seishin's sleeve despite knowing he wouldn't feel it.

"Dont!" she cautioned needlessly. For a moment, she didn't move. Just stood there, waiting a moment. When no other words came, she relaxed her stance but only just.

"I think..." her words were barely a whisper, "... I think that's our clue. So... no matter what... don't look back, okay?"

And with her flashlight forward, Ilia began to step quietly down the hall. It was only a few steps when voices began to speak again, but she couldn't understand them. It was a different language than any she knew on earth, or any planet of her knowledge. The symbols on the walls were definitely archaic. Perhaps even demonic.