Erin's concerned curiosity is coming through more clearly, enough to make Valdis pause and glance over at her. Part of her feels like she will owe Erin an explanation for what is being seen, but she doesn't fully understand everything herself. The tug stops at the wide open door though, only a moment, as if it's allowing them both time to adjust before going past it. A hallway means only one way forward, no way around it.

A brief glance is all it takes as she moves past the door. A young, dark haired girl, late teens at most, lies in a pool of blood, the skin stripped from the muscle on her pale back, broken white wings ripped to shreds and tossed around the room. A few sobs and the unmistakable rattle of death still fills her senses, no matter how quickly she leaves the door behind.