The Descent is a 2005 British horror film

Ronan paused for a breath, not quite sure whether he'd heard a voice just then. He was inclined to think that he had, simply because the alterative was somewhat troubling, that after not even an hour in the dark and isolation he was already hearing voices. It helped that from what he'd caught the voice had an accent his mind couldn't make up on its own accord, a strange lilt he couldn't have put a name to if he'd even tried. That was grounding, if nothing else.

He stepped forward then, ears flicked forward, straining hard to hear. Somewhere rats scurried, a continuous drip drip drip was hard to drown out, the noise insistent and nagging. His gaze flickered up briefly, saw the shadows of what looked like some sort of foliage, would have thought it was ivy adjacent, except how could anything but fungus and maybe moss could grow here. Though if he'd been able to see a little clearer, he would have realised they weren't plants at all, but bats hanging upside down and sleeping soundly.

Still, he thought if they were to be found there'd be here, in the deep and dark, somewhere to grow undisturbed. If that's how it even worked, he wasn't entirely sure, no one was.

"Yeah." He finally said, had let the silence settle a little too long. "You lost?