Eden had been having a bad day. Not that those were in any way unusual for her, nor that anything especially bad had happened to her that day. In fact, she couldn’t think of a single reason why that day should have been worse than any other, beyond the fact that for one inexplicable reason or another she was feeling down. She’d gone to the library that morning to study and had ended up loitering around long after it had closed, unable to quite work up the motivation to head back. It had gotten dark quite a while ago, and finally bothering to check her phone, Eden realised she’d need to force herself into action if she wanted to catch the last bus for a while. With a sigh, she got up and did just that, the bus stop in sight just as her bus drove past her. 

The internal debate as to whether or not the bus was worth running for was cut short almost immediately as she was instead forced to do a double-take at the bus. Specifically at the bus’s rearmost door. While the rest of the vehicle looked perfectly normal, something was very wrong with that door. The thing was changing, blindingly fast and in an almost organic-looking fashion. From her angle, she couldn’t quite make out the specifics of how it was changing, only that the changes seemed to be dramatic and seemingly incoherent, but that wasn’t what she was thinking about anyway. She’d seen a door do strange shit once before, even if she’d kept it to herself, and while the bus door was obviously different in some ways to the one back then it certainly bore some similarities in its strangeness. 

Eden hardly even registered as she broke into a flat out sprint to catch up to the bus, nor did she notice that had the driver not slowed for her she never would have made it. She did register an appropriate sense of horror as the door before her was very briefly something fleshy with countless teeth, then something like a singular elevator and then an incredibly fancy looking one, but somehow, in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery and utter stupidity, that horror failed to prevent her from stepping up and into the thing…

Whatever compulsion had briefly possessed her promptly wore off the moment she’d stepped through and found herself in a pitch-black space that probably wasn't the bus, and almost immediately it was replaced by a rapidly escalating sense of dread. Eden somehow managed enough presence of mind to idly note that while she was terrified at least her fear was totally rational for once and that now she had a reason for her day being bad. Not that the thought helped her much, this terror was also far worse than what she normally felt and as good as she’d gotten at hiding her fears over the years there wasn’t much she could do about her present trembling. 

She almost screamed when the light flickered on above her. Internally berating herself when she realised that she'd hardly even registered that she was standing almost knee-deep in, now that she was paying attention, shockingly cold and seemingly rising water, let alone notice that there were other people in the room with her. The fact that she hadn’t even able to maintain basic awareness of her surroundings at a time like this yet another thing to add to her list of personal failings.

Still even as she became aware of the details she should have already been aware of, it became clear to her that those weren’t the ones she should be concerning herself with at that point. A skeleton seemed to be holding up a large chunk of stone, a remnant of the collapsed ceiling that had otherwise crushed the skeleton some time ago. What made the sight strange, was that somehow the arm holding up the stone had escaped destruction and managed to stay upright even as the rest of the body had decomposed, stranger still that the arm appeared to bear some kind of centipede shaped jewellery. It seemed almost ludicrous to think that the centipede might have been what was allowing the skeleton to perform the seemingly impossible feat, yet at the same time too much of a coincidence to dismiss the possibility outright. 

As if the universe had somehow heard Eden’s inner monologue mention impossibility and decided that she wasn’t already freaking out enough, the golden centipede began to move, crawling off the arm and into the water, and prompting what was left of the skeleton to crumble under the weight of the stone. She could except that apparently the creature hadn't actually been jewellery, but that just made the other parts of the scene even more confusing.

Eden wasn’t snapped out of her stupor until she heard one of the others clap and address the room. It took her mind a moment to piece back together the woman had said, but the gist of it seemed to be that they were going to look at the plaque for clues, another thing she’d failed to notice, and wanted someone to check to see if they could shift the fallen rocks for a way out. Not seeing any reason not to, or at least not any reasons that were too major, and wanting to get out of the room before things got any worse Eden complied, moving to try and shift the rock with what little strength she had.