The forest they were in was unnaturally quiet, especially since it was just barely mid-morning. Nothing moved, and the forest seemed to press in on them. The path to the ruins wasn't marked, nor was it a trail, but the two women would have no problems finding it, as the closer they got to it, the more dead and lifeless the land seemed. After hiking forward for nearly two hours, the two women would know they had to be close, as the trees around them were lifeless, and the forest now more closely resembled a dead swamp.<br/><br/>As they crested a hill, they would finally see their destination, a twisted ruin, surprisingly intact, but the architecture was not normally, the ruin having been clearly designed to pull people in and trap them, a labyrinth of madness and slow deaths. The sun was just reaching its height, but it felt cold and distant, like the middle of winter, not the height of spring. Something snarled behind the two women, and a pair of gaunt, evilly looking wolves staggered into the open, their fur mangy and thin, and long, thick, fleshy tentacles hanging from their belly. The tentacles might have been mistaken for intestines, if it wasn't for the fact that each one moved on its own accord, twisting and searching the ground beneath the warped creatures, looking for something.