155 Shadows of the Heart

It was something like a pitch of darkness with vague shades of grey that she could make out as being the walls. Depth was unknown. Whenever she reached out to touch a wall she thought was a mere foot away, she would find herself walking a few feet to never feel it.

Hopefully, it wasn't an illusion. Or else she'd be screwed. Creeping through was horrendous. Cobwebs stuck in her hair. Random tiny rocks stuck her heel as they came down. She had no clue where to go or what to do. Judging by how the grey shades were parallel, it appeared to be a large hallway she was walking through.

Pacing herself while remaining alert, Vanessa held out Masamune, following this odd hallway. After a bit, she noticed the grey shades she had seen were getting a little bit brighter. Screeches, resembling a voice on an old record player, were heard mumbling. Their words unknown, yet still chanting nonsense that couldn't break her focus.