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What's Left Behind
Undead member of SEES

The creature roared as their attacks pounded against it's buff body one after another, sending liquid masses of unknown nature flying here or there as it began to break apart and recoil from the destruction the team members were unleashing. The rumbling of it's unsteady feet was so strong that no one could keep firm footing, much less run away, and so the hopes of any cowardly types were dashed, but things were about to change...though to some, perhaps, for the worse.

The body reeled backwards, and after a moment it became clear that it wasn't going to be able to recover; suddenly the enviably strong Shadow began to collapse backwards, and crashed into the creaking floor with a mighty roar...but it didn't end there, the floor giving way as it's mass smashed through the old wood, and boards splintered and shattered outwards as the floor along the entire hallway began to give out. It was visible to all, and though they could try to outrun it if they liked, the fate of every member of the battle ended up being the same; the twisting, failing hall caved and they went tumbling downwards into the darkness of hte basement.

Opening their eyes again, it was clear that there were no lights here, save for a dim beam or two coming from the door ahead. But leaning up, trying to move, and standing firm once again would invite a new horror into their minds...a shrill echo, a painful scream as they realized that they were standing on something soppy and weak, large and bulbous, like a balloon but black and red, made of a gummy, shadow-like texture, sticking out of every wall and bit of rocky floor in this stalagmite riddled cave 'basement' like moss from a rock...and with each application of pressure, the balloons popped and a horrifying scream emerged, as if they were taking a life away with every step of the careless Persona Users.

Worse though, was that as they settled their movements, tried to tip-toe through the bloody garden, they began to hear something else...something quiet, almost inaudible. It was whispering, words, speaking constantly to no one in particular. 'When I grow up, I'm going to be a doctor.', one professed. 'I'm going to confess, I've made up my mind!', whispered another. 'I'm going to control my Persona...to help Rose, and the others.' The last voice was most telling, most recognizable; Kohaku's. Like a puzzle, the pieces began to come together; each bubble the dream of a victim, their thoughts, their desires...each step literally crushing these, forcing them to endure the screams of the dead, the meaning of this field still unknown to them. This field was a living nightmare, not just for the living...but also, the long since departed. It was a graveyard of unfulfilled dreams, and pain-filled living that could never be called 'life'. This was what lay beneath the surface of the Mansion...this was the horrendous, indescribable heart of the true experiment that had taken place here. And to Zazi...this was simply home.