Miku shook her head, "It isn't bad, I will try to keep up..." She hadn't managed to cut herself on anything, but also didn't wish to depend entirely on the ring.

What if it stopped working?

"Don't worry if I fall behind, I can hide somewhere." At least until whatever was threatening them stopped chasing her. As they ran, it felt like the field they were in was narrowing, further and further down until it turned into a hallway. The air smelled of old, mildewed fabric, musty, but the style of the hallway was undeniably Japanese. Holes were punctured in rice paper doors, the lattice between them cut open. Miku gripped Victor's hand, a sudden, screeching fear rocketing up her spine.

"I... I really didn't want to come here."