Victor creeps around the corner and sees something that must be what that tinny voice is referring to as the Faceless doing something to one of his teammates. And then the Faceless turns toward Victor and reaches for him -- but the vision mercifully ends before Victor finds out what the Faceless would do. He shrinks backward, cringing in horror, his tongue thick in his mouth and bile filling his throat.

But...but he can't just leave. He can't just let the Faceless do whatever he wants to a teammate, a person. But what, exactly, is Victor going to do to the thing that controls this whole place? With his bare hands?

He looks around and spies a piece of piping protruding from a wall. It's rusted through in places, but still seems solid in others. Maybe he can break it off and use it as a weapon?

It can't hurt to try. Not any more than trying to face this thing armed only with his wits, anyway.