[ Of all the people to wander through the door, Fane is probably the last person that Gen would expect. After all, he looks about the least like a person as someone could get, since here in this trial where it's better to conserve his magical energy, he doesn't bother to disguise himself, nor does he wear his hood to obscure himself. There is simply a(n oddly well-dressed?) skeleton standing in the doorway staring back at Gen.

A skeleton who sighs as Gen whips around, and his tone alone gives the impression of rolling eyes that he doesn't have. Before he answers, the door snaps shut behind him, but he clearly wouldn't have held it anyways. ]

Oh, there's no reason to hold it. These damnable doors are the only way forward, so you'd just be backtracking.

[ Without any hesitation for who he's ended up in a room with, Fane steps forward, and just from the angle of his skull, it's clear that he's looking at the statue with its hand outstretched. ]

...Odd.

[ He scoffs, but he's quick to reach into his bag and pull out... A notebook? He plucks a pencil from the spine and flips it open. ]

Each room is so different from the last.