Sirocco ran down the hall, trying to find some sense of people. Noises echoed off of the walls, and the wind howled. This fortress was scary enough, forget being in the land of the dead. Sirocco was starting to panic, bouncing of the walls and running down the hall. She tried taking deep breaths, not wanting to hyperventilate. She tried slowing her pace, but her mind was racing and she was sweating profusely, soaking her bangs.
Eventually she heard voices, and began to follow them down a flight of stairs, reaching a doorway.