Slowly, as they moved through the narrow hallway, the unintelligible whispers were growing louder and louder. Witch each step, they were starting to make sense, change into words he began to recognize. A name.

Rose.

He almost paused if it weren't for Silvestri-san speeding up. He did not, could not, answer her question, did not know how to reassure her as the same question plagued his mind. What was...going on? Was it a trick? He could not tell.

Yes, it was such a shame she had to die, picked apart little by little. The voices continued, growing even louder as they progressed through the hallway. Screaming as we tore those organs away from her one by one...

"I--." He trailed off. He didn't know what to do or say. He would have felt sick, if he could.

Screaming and bleeding like all the others, but they all died. All rituals failed...Such a shame they had to die...

Such a shame indeed, like the others who are lost...