This dungeon's spooky enough that they think it might be an unrecorded second-appearance; it's got victims in, not exactly stress positions but certainly not positions optimized for their comfort, wrapped up in webbing courtesy of the giant spider monsters. There's webs, gappy but sticky and thick, crossing the whole dungeon.

So in flies Haru with a roll of butcher paper to keep people from sticking to him, and a set of approximately disposable cheap scissors because each one will only be good for one web thread. "Attercop, attercop," he mutters. "Old fat spider spinning in a tree, old fat spider can’t see me, attercop! Attercop! Won't you stop, stop your spinning and look for me..." It's a bit on the nose but it at least keeps him firmly in the headspace of not letting the spiders detect him as he floats through the spaces in the web toward another victim. "Hey there, sorry for the wait," he says when he arrives, ripping off a piece of paper to let him alight on the web below her. "I can't get you loose right here and now, they've got acetone outside. I'm going to wrap you up in this paper so I can carry you out."