Ruka can only thing about how this is sure to be a trap of some kind--she's seen enough horror movies to know one when she sees one. But most of the time people make it out of there fine so, like, they'll probably be fine too, right?

...Right??

She crosses her arms over her chest and wanders closer to the dais, eyes catching on the carved words in the ceiling. "'Greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.' Hm..." She doesn't sound too convinced of that. "I suppose it's right, but..." Still weird way to say it, she thinks.