Annabeth
In contrast to Rikuyo's apparent elation to be here, like she was coming home to something, the Hunter was feeling rather uncomfortable. Part of her regretted leaving her hat at home, as it usually helped in these kinds of situations, at least a little bit. A little keepsake from her mentor that she'd kept since she'd left...
Shaking her head, the Hunter tried to focus on the feeling around her. It was almost like what those Archaeology Hunters described some of their rarer finds, the first time around. The air here was thick with...something. Something familiar yet at the same time foreign. Reflexively going into Ten, the Hunter was relieved to find the feeling dulled a little, but it was still there, pressing down around her. Considering all this, the seemingly perpetual darkness wasn't that bad, a starless sky lit only by a blood-red moon feeling rather mundane in comparison.
There, again, out of the corner of her eye. Glancing back, the Hunter could've sworn she'd seen something flitting into the shadows, though there was no sound or any hint to belie the presence of anything else. The whole thing had Annabeth feeling more than a little bit uncomfortable, but she soon mastered herself after a few moments, shuffling just a little bit closer to Ron.
"I guess I wouldn't be wrong in thinking those two spirits you mentioned earlier aren't the only ones here," Annabeth asked, glancing over to Ron for a moment to see if he was picking up anything she wasn't.