They tried following the masked figure, which Sarissa was sure to be Shinji, but all they found were shadows and monsters – indescribable horrors and [Undead Ghouls], which only confirmed her suspicion – and after some serious skirmishes that left them bloodied and battered, Sarissa was still firm on her purpose.
"This isn't enough…" Sarissa said, her voice sharp and breathless as she scanned the shifting corridor ahead. "We didn't come here just to dip our toes and run."
Mara leaned against the wall, wiping ichor off her rifle.
"No, we came to survive, remember that part? Pretty sure nearly getting skinned alive by a wall counts as a valid reason to turn back and leave."
