Back in the real world, within the shadow-cloaked depths of the ancient underground ruins, tension simmered restlessly.
The large, dark hall seemed to brood, silent save for the sharp, agitated pacing of Rebecca's boots against the stone floor. She moved back and forth in tight loops, her face twisted in worry and frustration as she muttered impatiently to herself.
"Devils damn it," Rebecca growled under her breath, her crimson eyes glancing anxiously towards the darkened door that swallowed Asher and Skully. "It's been too long since he went in there. I don't know about you, but I can't just stand here doing nothing. What if Skully's brainwashing him, or doing something worse? I'm not saying we can't trust that undead bastard after all he's done for us, but still—"
