Angelica!!!
One may wonder if the Fifth Realm is covered in darkness. Or perhaps it was a punishment. Maybe there was a reason this hallway was dark. It appeared nearly normal as though walking through a hospital. Minus, of course, the scribbles on the wall.
The Wild Bunch took their time walking down the hallway. There were no creatures to fight. No music pulling their emotions. No cryptic message. Quite possibly, it was a bonus floor full of rewards.
There was something odd Vanessa had noticed. All of her wounds were healed from even the cave despite Jaivva being dead. A distinct hollow noise brought her attention back towards the scribbled charcoal markings.
There were images in the aimless scrabbles. They formed pictures of people and stories. Grimm tales of loss and suffering covered the walls. The walls themself were molded rotten.
A sharp pain shot through Vanessa's arm, causing her to look down. It appeared to be fine.