A/N: Hey guys! I'm going to do something new for my fanfics. Every time you see a *, click on the link to go to a YouTube video that'll play music that fits with the scene as you read the fanfic. When you see the * again on its own, it means the music for the situation should finish or be paused.

EDIT: I got rid of the youtube links: I officially hate for automatically deleting forward slash symbols. Putting names up instead.

*Youtube: Round that corner by Myuuji

Berwald coughed and groaned as soon as he felt his body ache and twinge with pain; his eyes felt like they were dipped in sand, except the intense itching was caused by dry dust, making his eyes water. His glasses were missing, he realised as he felt his face for the spectacles. "Gilbert…?" He's short-sighted without his glasses, but this was even worse. Wherever he is, he's in a place where it's completely dark or he has that much dust irritating his eyes. He felt hands on his chest and an urgent panicked voice telling him to stay where he is. Berwald paused. "Gilbert, where are m' glasses?"

"I can't see anything down here! Don't you have a lighter?" Gilbert's voice complained through the darkness. His Swedish companion can feel the other male shivering intensely. This place is even colder than when they were outside.

"No. I only got m' mobile's backlight…" Berwlad murmured and rubbed his eye with his hand. "D'mn this dust is in m' eyes…"

"Huh. Cry then. That'll help." Gilbert suggested. "Meanwhile, I'll use my phone to light up the place…"

Berwald… has enough pride to not do something as silly as crying, but right now, the intense chill of this frozen, pitch-black room didn't stop him from trying to cry. He felt pathetic, but luckily his tears couldn't be seen. But he didn't like that he had to think of the most upsetting memories to bring some tears out. Mostly about him being restrained to his and Tino's bed at night. His stomach churned at the parts of the memories where his body gets cut and a bright light suddenly interrupts his train of thought. Gilbert's illuminated face frowned. "Are you feeling alright?" Berwald just quickly nodded and wiped away his excess tears.

"Can… can ya make the whole room lit up?" he asked, clearing his throat. He can only see their heads and torsos in Gilbert's mobile light.

Suddenly, a low haunting whistle echoed around the room along with a slice of intense artic-cold wind that stabbed at their attention spans. Gilbert whimpered and shook. "Dammit this is so fucking scary!"

But Berwald refused to cave in from the fear. He held Gilbert's hands in his, cradling the mobile in their hands while keeping the lights on. "Keep it together, we'll get out together."

"O-okay…"

"I can't see the distance. 'm short-sighted. So… you have t' be my guide. Scuffle yer feet…" he whispered close to his ear. Gilbert raised an eyebrow, but Berwald explained. "Because m' glasses fell off when we fell." Gilbert let out a small noise to show he understood and he slowly scuffled his feet towards Berwald while he moved to hold his mobile to flash the light ahead of him. His Swedish companion moved his hands to hold his arm instead and followed him in the darkness. They could hear each other's breaths for the few tense seconds of walking until Gilbert stopped suddenly and Berwald saw him grin.

"I found a light switch!" Gilbert grinned before pressing the switch and soon, a light flickered in the middle of the room dimly. Berwald blinked at the sudden change in lighting and he shut his eyes until his eyes felt ready. But he didn't hear a single word from Gilbert for the past 10 seconds.

And then Berwald opened his eyes. He wished he hasn't.

This room below the main hall was just as massive as the main hall itself, except there were door-less openings at the walls which seem to lead to other corridors and rooms. This room was very bare, save for the rubble that Berwald and Gilbert fell down with. While the walls were grey with age and covered with black speckles of mould, the grey concrete floor… had more dried blood on it. More dried blood than that puddle from the second floor of the building. Worse. There were drag-marks on the floor too where the dried rusty-brown blood were at. Somewhere, a dripping noise could be heard and Berwald paled the more he realised what this part of the house could be.

"Gilbert…" he murmured quietly. Gilbert was so preoccupied with a mix of curiosity and horror he didn't even correct Berwald. "What… do ya think they did here?"

Gilbert whispered out numbers as he looked at the rectangular openings on the walls around them. "6… there are 6 corridors or rooms… hehe…" he laughed nervously, trying to uplift his spirit, but fear supressed it. No light could be seen from within those mysterious rooms.

The lighting from the single, simple lightbulb was low, and it occasionally flickered at random times like it's almost ready to die out. Berwald saw this and he held Gilbert's hand tightly. "We need to get out of here. Now."

Gilbert silently nodded, feeling his throat constrict just as his nose registered a rotting scent that screamed 'death' in his mind. "H-hey… do you smell blood?"

Berwald just nodded, looking around as he felt as if his heart became cold. "…It's fresh."

"H-how do we get out of here, then?!" Gilbert panicked. "This is not awesome!"

They looked up at the ceiling where there is now a massive hole – about 5 metres big in diameter – but no light followed from the main hall. They fell for quite a while as if they are deep, deep underground… The hole is just a black pit with specks of dust falling from within it.

"We can't reach that hole… and we fell really far…" Berwald commented, sighing in disappointment. Gilbert groaned loudly and hid his face angrily. His yells echoed around the room and carried on for 5 seconds in the other rooms until they died down.

"Well then!" Gilbert growled. "We'll just have to explore these fucking creepy corridors then IN TOTAL DARKNESS."

Berwald nodded silently and the German glared so intensely that his red eyes seemed vivid. But then he felt his hand being held tightly and he looked at his companion with a softer expression. "We'll get out of here. I pr'mise."

Gilbert let go of his hand for brief moment so he could walk over to the rubble of wood and plaster and pick up a pair of unharmed spectacles with a smile. "Wear these first, then I can trust you won't lead us into a wall!"

There were 6 corridors that did not have any doors to cover them. Time was of the essence, so Berwald just chose the nearest one at random; the door-less entrance which was close to the lone light switch. Using the backlight of their mobile phones and while they held hands, they walked slowly in the near-darkness as they left the underground hall behind. They were both silent in this deathly-cold hallway…

Their mobile phones didn't give them much lighting in this biting darkness, but at least it gave them at least a meter's distance of light. Not much, but better than nothing…

It was about 1 minute later when they stopped to look at some iron bars blocking their path. It seemed to be an iron door with a rusted lock. Gilbert let go of Berwald's hand and experimentally shook the door, but it didn't budge. Nothing happened.

Like a flash, Berwald took out the silver key that he had discovered in the main office and handed it to Gilbert. The German grinned and fitted the key into the lock and turned… but nothing happened. Gilbert sighed and handed the key back to him as he made his mobile lit up again. "Let's turn back… 5 more doors to go, unless… we're trapped…"

"Nej. We're not trapped. We will get out." Berwald said this firmly and held his hand again, but some doubt gnawed at the edge of his mind…

So they turned back to go to the main underground hall – still the same, blank blood-stained square hall – and they tried the next corridor, but there was also an iron gate there that the beautiful silver key could not open. This brought their hopes down, but they continued with the next corridor and that one had a locked, cold iron gate too. Now, these gates are only a meter wide, but they're strangely short in height – around 1 and a half meter. All the gates they encountered so far were the same size and are identical. They tried the third corridor, but it was the same as before. Same for the fourth and fifth corridors and by then, the tension was growing with a dangerous seedling of paranoia expanding the more the pair realised there are less places that they are able to go through to escape from this hellish foster home.

There's just corridor number 6 left.

*Youtube: Something's Wrong by Myuuji

"Berwald… what if we can't get out of here?" Gilbert asked quietly as they walk up corridor number 6, which was oddly colder than the other parts of the underground hall.

Berwald was silent as he looked ahead with a steeled glare. He spoke after a few moments of thinking. "Then we'll jus' have ta break out with yer hair pins again…"

But the closer they got to the gate (which took longer than it did for the other corridor searches, the more they could smell… something off-putting. A very strong smell of meat.

"Berwald…" Gilbert spoke warily as his steps slowed down the close they got to the gate. Berwald could read his worries at that moment, but he walked on, ignoring the powerful scent and suddenly chilly wind that blew from the room; he even dragged Gilbert slightly.

They reached the simple gate, but it seemed new compared to the other gates. There is little to no rust or blood on it at all. Berwald sucked in a breath as he pushes the silver key into the lock…

And turned it…

Before it got turned further…

But then it stopped turning.

No click was heard.

Berwald and Gilbert stared at each other in shock and horror. They were trapped. They could not advance.