[From here.]

They appeared in the same area as they always did when they transported, but a different part of it. As Guy found his feet unsteadily settle on the other bank of the shore, where the ferryman had taken them the night before, he almost stumbled right into the lapping water of the lake. He stopped himself up, sucking in a breath as he came face-to-face with one of those drowned ghouls.

Guy regained his balance, backed away, and then glanced at the torches that only sort of lit the way into the tunnel where they would be heading next. It was just as dark and mysterious as it had been last night, but they couldn't let some apprehension stop them now.

"Well, at least that ferryman kept his word," Guy said. "No toll, no crossing the river, we're just... here." Which meant that they probably shouldn't waste any time seeing where the tunnel led.

[from here]

Kyousuke was beginning to get pretty used to breaking locks like this... He was almost starting to feel like some kind of criminal. But it was good that they rusted over like that; it would be pretty hard to get around if everything was locked down too tightly.

Once through the door, it opened up into another small hallway, which was lined with several more doors. Kyousuke made his way to the far end and peered into one of the smaller doors—it was looked, but there was a little grate he could still see through. It turned out to be a row of tiny cells that could barely hold a single person, let alone some kind of horrible experiment, so those were definitely not what they were looking for. ... Still, he wondered if these actually saw any use. He'd hate to be shoved into one of these for an extended period of time.

On the other hand, the doors on the the other side gave no hint as to what was inside, and unlike the door they'd just passed through, they were still in pretty good condition, which meant they'd have to find a way inside them that didn't involve smashing the lock. ... Maybe they could just break one of the actual doors. He was confident enough in his own strength for that much.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to Lloyd. He knew his memory was vague at best, but it was still possible he'd think this place was completely wrong, and in that case, they may be better off backtracking to it later on.