Estelle remembers that door. It wasn't like the ones that she was told to not open, sometimes. She simply never went into that particular door. She stares at it for a moment, before she looks back at Lucca. She hesitates when she sees the way she tenses, clencing and unclenching her fingers. Estelle hesitates, before she puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Lucca, whatever it is, it'll be okay," she says, quietly. "This place isn't real, or--or at least, whatever it was happened in the past."