Hypnos follows. He's a little relieved they aren't trying the death route first. Dying doesn't sound like much fun, if the shades he chats with regularly are to be believed. Except maybe that one who died of Aphrodite-related dehydration...

The next stretch of hallway is significantly bloodier than the last one, which, honestly, Hypnos can't judge, considering where he's from. There's the occasional crash or creak behind them.

He floats after his brother, with the growing dread that Thanatos really will get too frustrated with him and leave him behind. That he'll be alone, for good. He shivers.

"H-hey, wait up!" He rushes past a painting, partially obscured by gore, of a demon hovering within a door frame.