[Nothing comes toward him, and there's no sound of movement outside of their own. It's so quiet that even when they stay silent, their every action seems to echo. This place feels...not wrong, exactly, but there's an odd feeling in the air.
It's claustrophobic down here. Heavy.
If, or when, they choose to follow the sound of the voice, they come across what appears to be a person...wearing a sheet. They just stand there, silent, head bowed slightly forward as if in prayer. It would be more weird than unsettling, but they can see more sheet-covered humanoid shapes past this one. And more...and more, until they clog up the entire tunnel, leaving no space between the bodies, like sardines crammed inside a can.]
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It's claustrophobic down here. Heavy.
If, or when, they choose to follow the sound of the voice, they come across what appears to be a person...wearing a sheet. They just stand there, silent, head bowed slightly forward as if in prayer. It would be more weird than unsettling, but they can see more sheet-covered humanoid shapes past this one. And more...and more, until they clog up the entire tunnel, leaving no space between the bodies, like sardines crammed inside a can.]