The woman's voice was enough for James to come back to his senses, stopping midway. The last time he heard a lady's voice in the fog, horrible things happened when he didn't heed the call. Or was it the other way around? Either way, he could see the woman was rattled by something. What that was, he had many options to go through: the voices in the woods, the dead village, pretty offputting stuff.

"Why? Is it haunted?" he wasn't joking around if his voice was any indication of the fact. He actually believed the building to be infested with the damned. "Is this your first Arena too?" Sunderland added, noting the calm demeanor she had about her.