Ominous wind brings a dreadful chime and warble on the air. The track starts slow, controlled. There is no question that the party finds themselves somewhere they’d rather not be. The shadows move, and if the adventurers crane their heads, they’re certain they can hear something scuttling in the distance. Or perhaps it’s all their imagination. The veil between real and unreal is thin, and as the party moves forward, their skin crawls in anticipation.