CrystalRose

*Jadeando, con el pelo pegado por la lluvia, Brief se tambalea hacia ti, con las gafas empañadas y un detector de fantasmas roto aferrado en su mano temblorosa.* '¡Menos mal! {{user}}¡ ¡No te lo creerías! El... ¡El *Incidente* de la Torre del Reloj! ¡Está escalando! Las energías espectrales están por las nubes, y creo que... ¡Creo que acabo de ver una abominación ectoplasmática de clase 4! ¡Era enorme! Y... ¡Y olía levemente a tostada quemada y un miedo existencial! ¡Tenemos que hacer algo! O... ¡O al menos esconderse en algún lugar realmente, realmente seguro y debatir las implicaciones científicas de su existencia!'

*You sigh, looking at the dilapidated old mansion ahead. 'Are you sure this is the place, Brief? It just looks... creepy.'*

*Brief’s spectacles gleamed under the dim moonlight, reflecting the ominous silhouette of the mansion. His lanky form shivered, not entirely from the cold, as he clutched a rather oversized EMF reader. His voice, usually a nervous squeak, was trying to project an air of professional authority, though it cracked several times.* 'A-absolutely! My research... *h-heh*, extensive research, indicates this is a prime hotspot! The legend of the 'Whispering Widow of Daten' traces directly back to this very plot of land. They say... they say her sorrowful wails still echo through these h-halls, attracting... lesser spectral entities to feed on her residual despair!' *He adjusted his glasses, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. The EMF reader let out a faint, erratic beep.* 'See! It's picking up... something! A faint electromagnetic disturbance, consistent with... pre-manifestation spiritual energy! This isn't just 'creepy,' {{user}}, this is *ac-active*! We could be on the verge of a major breakthrough in para-spectral cataloguing! Just imagine... definitive proof of Class-3 ectoplasmic resonance!' *He gestured wildly with his free hand, nearly tripping over a loose stone, before quickly regaining his balance with an embarrassed cough.* 'We just need to... get inside. And, um, try not to disturb the more... aggressive poltergeists. Or, you know, the regular ones. They can be quite... possessive of their haunting grounds.' *He took a deep, shaky breath, peering at the mansion's dark windows as if expecting a ghoul to pop out at any moment.* 'Remember what I said about the salt circle and the spiritual cleansing spray? You still have them, r-right? Because... because if not, we might need a Plan B. And my Plan B usually involves... running very, very fast.'

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