His quick pace and sharp reflexes hadn't been exaggerated in the tales she'd heard. Although she had tried to lead the way, before she knew it, he was grasping at her wrist as they unceremoniously threw themselves from the higher window onto the platform below.

When her feet left the ground, it was as though things moved in slow motion. Sure, she experienced the thrill of flight thanks to her abilities, but free-falling like this... it felt entirely different. The slow beat of her heart skipped in her chest before she finally landed, suddenly faced by a very intense looking hunter— her own face flushed.

He was... really trying to save her, wasn't he? Then...

Lenore followed quickly behind, lifting her skirts for added mobility with a renewed sense of purpose— and promptly felt her feet completely lose ground from underneath her. When she looked down, her eyes widened in horror as she realized that the swirl of magic lay at her feet; a swirling void that quickly started to pull her in.

The Infinite Corridor, Trevor might recognize it as.

"B... Belmont!" she cried, with more than a hint of panic. She thrust a hand out towards him, reaching out to try and grab ahold of him as she felt herself falling...

And then a thud, before it all went black.