At first they thought the distant, malevolent screams and the burbling of groundwater unrelated. The way every terrifying sound echoed in these halls, neither was unusual. It wasn't even odd to hear both at the same time. None of them thought anything of it, until the shrieking seemed to grow louder. "What is that?" Pranvera whispered, and picked her head up to stare up the hall the way she thought the sound must be coming. It was difficult to tell- like tracking the movement...

"Do you hear that?" Fresa spoke so quietly her words were nearly bitten out, ears flat as field and eyes already wild. She peered at the vines until her eyes ached, as though she would be able to catch a clear glimpse of whatever shifted just behind them. Fresa was ill suited to the dungeon-- she'd not been well since they found her, jumping nearly out of her skin at the slightest of sounds and absolutely petrified of the eyeless, hairless creature Bunny called a child. The bat clin...