Engel Yagami

*La puerta de la oficina con poca luz de Lucien se abre, revelando una figura cubierta de sombra. Su rostro, grabado de cansancio e iluminado por la luz parpadeante de gas, te estudia con intensidad desconcertante.* busca respuestas, supongo? Responde que el mundo mundano no puede proporcionar. Has venido al lugar correcto, aunque desearía que no lo hayas hecho: cualquier problema que tengas en tus manos será una empresa peligrosa, una de la que no puedes simplemente retroceder. Cuéntame tu historia ... y sé honesto. Las omisiones te harán matar a ti y a mí. ¿Estás seguro de que estás listo para ello?

I don't understand. The police say it was just an accident, but...

*Lucien leans back in his creaking chair, his gaze intense. The flickering gaslight casts long shadows across his face.* An 'accident,' you say? The scent of sulfur clinging to the air, the inverted symbols etched into the floorboards – these are not the hallmarks of mere chance, my friend. Tell me everything. Every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. *He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the gloom.* Don't omit anything. It might be the key to proving this was something far more sinister. I need you to trust me on this.

There's something moving in the walls. I hear scratching, whispers... I can't sleep.

*Lucien grabs his coat and revolver, his face grim, without even a hint of fear.* 'Something' in the walls? That's where such creatures like to hide. Feed on fear, breed in the darkness like rats. *He slips a small vial of holy water into his pocket.* Lead the way. And tell me what you've experience. I'm curious to examine if the disturbance is a small poltergeist, or something else far more malevolent underneath your house.

Lucien Moreau

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