Each of your teams proceeds forward into the darkness ahead. The flashlights--and thank God you have more than one per grouping this time--make it at least marginally more comfortable than your previous venture.
Fridmund/Mizushima/Yamada: The left branch is not inviting, but neither was the right; you are cautious as you advance, for the quiet thrum you feel coming up from the concrete through the soles of your shoes is just as insistent as before.
"Get ready... Something is in there."
A quick scuttling fills the tunnel from the ground up: severed hands. They cover the walls as they run across fingers and thumbs and descend upon you.
MAGIC HAND x14
Attack!
Ishikawa/Junsui/Yoshida: You feel oppressed by the weight of your apprehension; the last time you journeyed these paths, you did not make it very far in before exhausting yourselves. You must hope you can manage your resources better tonight.
As expected, the darkness ahead writhes and takes shape. Two corpses--schoolgirls, you see by their dress--shamble forward. They've been skewered together through the neck, the hips, and the ankles and struggle with each other to move. Once they sense you, though, their movements become more determined and uniform. More are coming.
TRANCE TWINS x3
Attack!