Not... much.

The area directly surrounding the portal looks sort of like an endless flat expanse of darkness. The portal itself emits some light, and there are some chairs and unattended medical materials by it, but as they walk away following the glowing trail of flower petals it feels almost like they're falling out of the world, their only connection getting farther and farther away from them.

Haru assumes they've tried bringing floodlights in here and they just don't help that much, but will a flashlight make it impossible to see the flower petal trail? He's always got one in a dungeon.

No, the petals glow quite brightly. Neither they nor the flashlight make much of a dent on the darkness, though. It's just really, really dark. Their steps don't echo—they're barely audible—and there's nothing to see.

"Well, so far this is boring," he murmurs. "I will cherish it while it lasts."

"I've had runs where I had to walk for an hour in the darkness like this and I am unfortunately a scaredy cat so it was more dreadful than boring."

"An hour, wow. It's - admittedly spooky, but only because I know where we are..."

"And if the doodad in your hand ever stops working you're also stuck here, with no way out, just like a regular victim. —sorry, just, this fucking place gets to me."

Haru squeezes his hand.

He squeezes back.

It doesn't take them an hour for the terrain to start—well, existing. The eerily dense darkness starts giving way to something that looks like it's trying to become carpeted floor that resolves itself into the living room of a proper manor, old style (but they didn't walk into the house through a door, of course), and the trail points through the door and down a hallway.

Mindful of the possibility of jumpscares, and undetectable to victims, Haru proceeds in Jaeha's wake.

He hates this part. Hates it hates it hates it. And he especially hates it when victims have proper horror movie trauma, which this one is shaping out to be, what with...

...the way the light is still kind of precarious, and the fixtures not illuminating their surroundings very well. Or the way the house is actually kind of... too big? Like, it's... big enough that they could almost feel like children in it. Like if they were eight years old in a very big house, that's what the proportions feel like. The wood under the carpet creaks too much, too loudly, much more loudly than it should under their weight.

And there's the smell. It's so strong, so uncomfortable. It smells of alcohol, reeks of it, gin and sweat and mahogany and coffee seeping deep into the carpet, so deep it will be so expensive to deal with.

Haru hasn't been in here before. But he's read up on it. He has a guess. He has his gun ready.

The sound travels weirdly. By the time they can hear the slurred screams of "GET THE FUCK OUT HERE YOU LI'L SHIT! YOU'RE GOIN' TO LICK THAT FUCKIN' CARPET CLEAN!" and the loud thuds they're almost on top of the bizarre gangly monster trying force a door open by slamming its body against it. It's clearly meant to be reminiscent of a human, an adult in proportion to their childish sizes, but it's all wrong, its eyes are almost red and its teeth are too big and its arms are too muscled and its knuckles look like they're made of stone.

(And under all of that, on the other side of the door, their esper hearing can catch the muffled crying.)

Oh good, he was a little concerned about the possibility that the monster would look human and he'd have to make a judgment call about whether this was a nightmare of receiving or committing abuse. Both have happened on record.

Haru shoots the monster.

It dies, and falls to the ground, loudly. The gunshot sound is nonexistent to the victim, since Haru's being imperceptible to them, but the lack of the monster's screams does seem to take them enough by surprise that they stop crying.

And now Haru has backlash, though just a tick of it, eased away by brushing his hand against Jaeha's. He listens for a second, then holsters the gun. Door locked?

Locked and barred.

"I can walk through if they won't open it, but maybe you can talk them into it?" Haru murmurs.

He hates this part, too. Especially now that he's being ethical and not using his powers—hm.

("I'm worried I might fuck it up because whenever I did this in the past I used my powers to figure out how to come off as nonthreatening and helpful. I'm not sure I know how to do it by hand.")

"We're in Korea, they probably know your name. You can just be like, it's Kang Jaeha, I'm here to rescue you, and maybe that'll go over."