The footsteps grew loud.
Then, louder.
Louder and louder, until at last, they came to a stop.
Finn could tell—the four those footsteps had belonged to were standing a mere ten meters away from him. Such excellence was his sense of hearing.
"… Who are you?" A young man demanded. "And what are you doing in here?"
"I… am a Ghost Hunter," Finn replied. "A freelance Ghost Hunter."
"Freelance…? Did you… investigate this place on your own?" A female's voice asked.
Finn shifted his head towards Iris on his back. "Not exactly on my own… but yes."
"Your companion there… what happened?" The male asked again.
"She has been hit with a headache," Finn explained. "It was too sudden."
"That's the Specters," the female muttered. "How long have you two been in here for?"
"Longer than you have," Finn lied. "You too, have been walking for seemingly no end, correct?"
The male leading them nodded. "Yes. Do you know why this is…?"
