Ilia was starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the hallway. She and Seishin barely had room to walk side by side, but she didn't dare hurry ahead of slow down. There was something eerily unholy about this place. If they couldn't look back, they would never get a chance to see any silent attacker who might be sneaking up on them. They would have to trust their ears to hear the sound of approaching feet. However, so far, only voices could be hear whispering to them in that dark language.

Ilia reached out with her free hand for a moment to trace along one of the strange symbols on the wall but immediately drew her hand back with a hiss. She shone her flashlight on her fingers for a moment and saw they had been scraped by the harsh stone. She never would have thought a wall would cause blood to rise so quickly from such a light touch. Damn. She hoped it wouldn't get infected before she had a chance to wash her wound.

Still, they traveled further down the dank hallway, and the further they went it seemed to Ilia that the voices started making sense. Or at least, she heard one word that she recognized.... Or name, as it was.

Rose.

Rose... The voices whispered, so soft and sad. Such a shame... The ritual failed.

Rose... Lost to us. Body ripped to pieces....

Ilia's heart gave a heavy thud in her chest before speeding up. Her voice was low and breathless, the most fear she had ever felt in the institute since arrival beginning to flood her. "What is this...?"